#HAWMC Day 6: Your Hero
Everyone has someone they look up to – a person they go to for advice, an individual you admire or idolize. It could be your partner, a family member, coworker, or someone famous. Who are they and what makes them awesome in your eyes?
A hero or heroine is a person or character in literature who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, displays courage or self-sacrifice—that is, heroism—for some greater good.
Is heroism subjective?
What if you think someone is a hero, and I do not, does that make them a hero or negate their heroism?
I ask, because someone called me their hero. I do what I usually do and get all blushy and deny any sort of conceptual idea.
But…does it negate, then, their own perspective of a hero?
Do I have a hero? I don’t really know. Not in the sense that you’ll obviously call a person who saves someone from a raging river (wherein I may call it unnecessary endangerment…not that I would…but I could) a hero.
I think, for me…it’s someone who fights against ignorance, stigma and taboo. It’s someone who consistently does whateveritisthattheydo. It’s someone, maybe even myself, who continues to get up in the morning to fight a disease that alters tissue cells or systemic function when they no longer want to…but they feel that to do so will help someone else…someone they may never know or meet in their lifetime.
I have so many people who inspire me so much, it has changed either my perspective or my habits or my opinions for the greater good.
Maybe that’s how I define a hero. To “Me.”
One of my heroes is Dr. Maryanne Pearce. She completed her Doctoral thesis entitled, An Awkward Silence: Missing and Murdered Vulnerable Women and the Canadian Justice System, a feat in an of itself, while also concurrently experiencing a significant health issue. She is a foundation pillar in her community and many have benefited from her guidance, both spiritually and in their interpersonal relationships with her. She does taxes for women’s shelters. A. Lot. Of. Taxes. She donates her time and energy, knowledge and skills. She fosters Great Pyranees dogs, arranges adoptions and provides a level of care upon which every rescue should base their mission statement. There’s more. A lot more. (image from Northern Territories Federation of Labour, click the link to see the promotional material) She has good days and bad days. She keeps on keepin’ on.
Based on my definition, Maryanne has, without even knowing: 1) changed my perspective on how I can personify being an empowered, spiritual woman, 2) keeps me setting goals for myself and to keep “Do.”ing, and 3) That people, no matter the circumstance, are *always* worth it.
To push further, does a hero, then quantify themselves as being a hero if whateveritisthattheydo enables you to become a better person, to have a higher esteem of yourself and, perhaps, push your ordinary into extraordinary.
Someone else who is doing that very same thing that I’ve been following for over the past year…pushing their ordinary into extraordinary…is a friend who is epically pushing the boundaries of stigma…of taboo…and of personal safety to her and her family…in order to bring awareness to the issues facing the LGBTQ community and her “Gutsy” as Gutsy transitions in a world full of wolves in sheep’s clothing:
Based on my definition, Amanda has, without even knowing: 1) changed my perspective on how far my city still has to go to recognize humanity within its boundaries, 2) keeps me blogging on the days I don’t want to for the people who don’t ultimately want to keep hearing my pleas for awareness, and 3) That friends and friendship are worth the effort to develop, work at and grow in order to provide a foundation to one’s very soul. And? She has set the #selfie bar SO feckin’ high now, I’m always on the lookout for opportunities to…y’know…do better. *shifty eyes* My Llamas (LeeAnn, Amanda, Louise, Caroline and Angela…who introduced us to “The Maven”) have changed my “Everything.”, and I am the better because of it.
Someone called me their hero. I did what I usually do and got all blushy and denied any sort of conceptual idea of being any kind of hero at all.
Then, I had another perspective:
By extrapolation, after recognizing that I’ve become a better person with a higher esteem of myself as an empowered woman by continually pushing myself beyond my ordinary and into the extraordinary ability to do whateveritisthatIdo within the chaos of my systemic disease in a life I question each and every morning I open my eyes and heave my ailing body off of my bedside…
…am I my own hero?