Dear Pen Pal,

Hello again from Boston!  The weather is much different today than it was the last time I wrote to you.  Today, there is a chill in the air and it is not cold enough to wear gloves, but it is cold enough for your fingers to tingle a little bit.  

I have not heard from you yet, but I will keep writing.  Today, I am supposed to talk about heroes.  Who is my hero?

When I think of heroes, I think of cartoon superheroes- with masks and capes and special powers.  When I was a little girl, I liked Wonder Woman- she had long black hair, a cape, and two bracelets that gave her supoerpowers.  She would spin and spin, and then be powerful enough to fight evil.  I thought she was great.

As I grew up, I realized that those kind of superheroes only exist in books.  Real heroes are everyday people who do small things- or big things- in an extraordinary way.  A couple of people come to mind.  Two obvious ones are Nelson Mandela- whose dedication to his ideals- even while and after being put in prison for them- is truly inspiring, and Dr. Bernard Lown, who is the doctor who created the defibrilator and cardioverter- two instruments that can bring the heaart back to life after it has stopped. ANd then there are less obvious ones, who are heroic to me for more personal reasons, like Sr. Mary FPatricia, a friend of my family who was a nun and worked her whole life to help people- and never did anything GIANT but was always committed to doing things that were good.  And my dad, who was the kind of person who did what was right, even when it was the less comfortable thing, and even when no one else was looking.  When I am not sure what to do in a particular situation, I wonder to myself what my dad would do, and I try to make the better decision. 

Who is your hero? Who do you look up to, and think about when you are trying to decide what to do, and who you want to be?

I can't wait to hear from you, and learn more about you.  

Have a good month, until we write again. 


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