My Superhero

My Superhero1

Many people these days will look up to, and try to be just like their favorite singer or actor. They will strive to look like the perfect super models that they see in magazines and on television. They consider people that they have never met to be hero’s.  But they don’t seem to realize, that it’s not the pop stars, models, or actors that make the biggest differences. it’s the small town everyday people that we see walking down the street. It’s the firefighters, police men, our soldiers in Iraq, not the famous people. These are the people that we should be recognizing, these are the true hero’s in the world. For me, my ordinary everyday hero was my dad.2

My hero, Raymond Scheeler came into my life when I was just three months old. My biological father had been thrown in prison, so there we were, just Mom, Dusty and me, till Dad came. He’d raised me from the first day he had known me! We didn’t know that he would be there for us like he was. After all, he and my mother met on a blind date that was set up by my uncle. But surprisingly, it lasted fourteen years. Even thought I was too young to remember, Mom says that I was hooked right from the start.3

I grew up a definite daddy’s girl. I usually got anything I wanted. If Mom said no, I would ask Dad. If I wasn’t around and Mom couldn’t find me around the house, she would surely find me with Dad. I was on the top of the world with him. I was his baby girl, and I had him wrapped around my little finger. Don’t get me wrong, we had our fights. He was a drill sergeant when he was younger, so he was very stern. When Dad got mad, everyone knew it! When I got in trouble, I got in trouble big time, but it never lasted. I would just stare into his stony blue eyes, and let him see tears brimming in my green ones, I knew he would crumble like a weak wall.  4

My dad was never one to hold a grudge, most everyone got along with him. He was very likeable. He taught me everything I know aside from what Mom and school has taught me. I remember how we used to laugh till my stomach hurt when he would tell us about his childhood, and Grandma and Grandpa Scheeler.  My favorite story was one about one night my Grandpa was yelling at my Grandma, and Grandma got really mad and picked up a big pike fish that my dad had caught and hit my Grandpa upside the head with it! Back then, I would never have been able to imagine living without him, and now he’s gone. He helped shape who I am today. He’s made me a stronger person. I’ll miss him always, but my hero will never truly be dead, because he will always live inside my memory and heart.5

Even though my dad is gone, I’ll always look up to him. Sometimes I think I hear him, but it just turns out to be someone that had his same, thunderous voice. I might see someone who’s hands resemble his, those strong hands that I had sought for comfort when I was crying. My dad was strong; he was my brick wall As long as I stood beside him, I was invincible, nothing could have hurt me. He was my superhero.6