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Sarah Burt
Pd. 2
Mythology
My Hero

As a child, I had always looked to my father as a hero. To me, he was strong enough to take on an army one handed, tall enough to reach for the moon and give it to me, and wise enough to know everything about everything. There was nothing my father could not do. He took time to teach me to read, write, walk, and talk. When learning how to walk, like any child I would occasionally fall. My father would pick me up and put me back on my feet. He always encouraged me to “get up and try it again.” I felt no doubt in his eyes; he made me believe that I can do anything that I set my mind to.
Early in my life I think my father does not know everything. Since my mother had left my family when I was seven, I felt like I had no one to talk to. I would often complain to him, “You just don’t understand”. I forgot often that he too, was once a kid and I don’t necessarily need a mother to talk to, I just need a parent. I can only hope to be a parent as good as him one day.
Now that I am nearing adulthood and will soon be on my way into the real world, I feel that my father actually does know more than me regarding life. I realize that he is not perfect, but who is? I still make mistakes, but, like when I was a child, he is still there to pick me up and put me back on my feet.
I have learned from him to respect what the person next to me believes in; he or she may be offended by extra strong proclamations. I respect and thank him for that lesson because I would have ruined a wonderful relationship with a very good friend because of my proclamations.
As far as I can remember, I was never forced by my father to do anything I did not want to do. Always my father was there to comfort me through heartbreak after heartbreak. I once again look up to him; I once again see him as my hero. Where would I be? Who would I be? He is a kind, gentle, and loving man. That is why...