Who is my Hero

Who is my Hero

 

  My hero is my social worker, who happened to work at both my middle school and high school. I met her shortly after my mother passed away from cancer, and she’s been an important of my life ever since. Not only did she help me walk through my grieving process, but she also gave me her time and care outside of school. We met weekly throughout the school year, but once summer came along, she took some time from her busy schedule to talk to me whenever I had some problems. During one of our last meetings in eighth grade, she took me outside to a pond near my school and let me free a turtle that she had found in the middle of the faculty parking lot. She knew that my favorite animal is turtles.

  She never failed to give me support when my family couldn’t give it to me. I remember taking state exams or finals at the end of each year in high school, and somehow, my social worker was able to figure out in which room I was taking the exam and popped in to wish me luck. Inevitably, she played a role in my college application process when she drove me to upstate New York (which took six hours), just so that I could visit a school I had chosen to apply to.

  Furthermore, as we became friends, I learned all the obstacles she had to go through in her life in order to get to where she is now. Besides being such a strong person, she also brings out the optimism in my pessimistic world. Her influence throughout the most important times of my adolescence has motivated and inspired me to pursue a career in social work.

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