Do you have a personal hero? Tell us about them. It doesn’t have to be perfect to make a difference in someone else’s life.
Share A Hero Story NowSadly, I do not remember my hero's name. She went to preschool briefly with me in Calgary, Alberta.
Like most children, I did not understand the concept of sharing. If I wanted something, I would kick and scream until I got it. Looking at children now, I see that they're generally the same way.
But this girl was different.
If we were playing and I wanted her toy, she would gladly give hers up and choose another. She was constantly smiling and would always give me small reminders of our friendship. For example, one Valentine's day she brought me a heart with a sweet message it. It didn't even faze her that I never brought things for her and was extremely stubborn when it came to sharing.
It may seem ridiculous that I would remember such a thing, but I do. I have the worst memory in the world (I can't even remember her name!), but her actions have stuck with me my whole life.
I can only hope that she's extremely happy and successful and that one day I can find her and thank her for teaching me that life is not about THINGS, but rather people, compassion and love.
I only wish I could have understood the amazing lesson she was teaching me earlier.
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