My Hero is my mom, Margaret Humphreys. She was born on December 6, 1955, in New Orleans Louisiana, and shortly after moved to Paris, Tennessee. However, from this small town, she rose up to greatness. When asked what her childhood was like, her answer was, “Boring.” She went to Atkin-Porter Elementary school, and later Grove Junior High School and Henry County High. She didn’t have any friends, sans her cousin who lived near her, and she loved to read. Her dream was to get out of Paris, and she went above and beyond that dream. She went to the University of Notre Dame and got a degree in general studies. She went on to get a PhD from Harvard, and became a doctor. She eventually stopped practicing her job in primary care and became a professor at Duke University, a job that she holds up to today, with tenure. She also married Ted Kerin and had me, Will Kerin, something she said is the best thing that has ever happened to her.
My mother shows perseverance. She has published three books, with one on the way, which definitely shows some dedication. When she thought she was too weak, she climbed all 48 of the over 4000 ft. tall mountains in New Hampshire. That is something that needs loads of determination. She also shows it by (and I know I’ve hammered this in enough already) not only enduring college, but having graduating at the top of her class. She also got a PhD in history, which took seven years. As she put it, “I always do the bonus questions.”
She is inspirational. As stated in the introductory paragraph, the thing I find the most interesting about my mom is how much her life has changed for the better through her effort. To reiterate for once more, she started out in a small town, with her greatest ambition being to get out of it. She went to college, graduated at the top of her class, and has done so much more. All these things that I’ve already stated make her story inspirational. Her story makes me want to get up and do something. To improve my life and the lives of others.
How is she unique? Here’s how. First of all, she has a great sense of humor. While it might not often match mine, she often can get me doubled over laughing. Granted, she could say the same about me. Here’s a good way to say it. Whenever I see bloggers talk about how unfair they’re parents are, I realize how good my mom is. She shows little to none of the negative traits I see other people complaining about. I feel like she tries her best, and is always trying to make my life more enjoyable and interesting. In my eyes, that’s pretty unique.
Hmmm… give me a second… how has my mom affected me? Oh, I can think of a few things, maybe. Even if I WAS born through some magical means, I would definitely not be the same without her. She and my dad have raised me my entire life, teaching me wrong from right, shaping my ideals. I don’t know how I COULDN’T find something to be thankful for from one of them. I cannot think of a time when my mom had the full ability to help me with a major problem, and refused to do so. Both of them have always been there for me. This, I think most of all, is why I see my mom as a hero.