Group J Blog One, "My Hero"

To some a hero is a person who wears spandex underneath a suite. Someone who has special powers or is just strong and full of wit. I really don't have any, "hero's" in my life. Of course there's my father, mother, fire department, police department, soldiers and everything else cliche like that.. but I don't really have anyone in my life that I look at as a hero. Maybe if anyone, it would be my grandfather. He fought for Germany in World War II. After being wounded and imprisoned by the United States in the Battle of the Bulge he was brought to a U.S. prison. Ironically it was there where he saw the opportunities in America. After the war was over when he returned to Germany he packed his bags and decided to move with his wife (my grandmother). They came over here with less than ten dollars and one suitcase. My grandfather is a hard worker and I will always admire him for that. His hard work turned into a house, a car and the beginning of a family. My grandfather still works hard to the day. The Bethlehem Steel days may be over but in no way has he just stopped working. He's eighty six years old and still cuts the grass every week, does gardening work with my grandmother and do chores and tasks you'd expect someone his age to not be able to perform. He's the closest to a hero I could ever imagine having in my life so far. His work ethic, attitude, and determination will be everlasting effects on my personality and character.