By Earl Ng Aug 2006
( my eldest son wrote this when he was 12 to submit to a school project on what is it to be a hero).
It was raining. There was no school, and I was bored. I asked my mom on what to do.
“You should think about your family and friends.” She said. “Think about all the good times you have had with them.”
I looked at the clock. It was 2:00 pm and I thought that I should give it a try. I had nothing better to do anyway.
“I’ll just do this for a few minutes.” I thought.
I closed my eyes and memories started filling my mind. I saw the time we went to Beijing, China. I remembered how I helped my brothers climbed the “Great Wall.” I helped my grandma walked through the palace. I helped my mom carry some of the goods we bought. It was a great trip, and I think the difference is we were all sharing and helping one another.
I also remembered the time when I was discusONsing our history lessons with my classmates. I shared with them my knowledge of the events in the history of China and Japan. They got better marks in the exam because of the knowledge we shared.
Then suddenly I was looking at my house and there were several children lined up looking ready to run for their lives. It was Easter and all the kids were ready to look for the eggs, which were colorfully decorated. I saw myself standing beside a little kid and helping him get the eggs in different places, like in the dirty bushes, and in the grass. I saw the difference I had made, I made a child happy by helping him hunt for eggs.
I recalled the times when my dad played chess, scrabble, badminton and making models with me. My brother and I would team up in video games to defeat the enemy. There were the times also when we would read books together, take walks around our village, and played “Mastermind” or “Suduko” puzzles. These were unforgettable and happy experiences for me.
I recalled having read a story about a boy whose father was very rich, but he was unable to spend time with his son. The son had everything he could possibly want, but he was not happy. My family is not as rich but we spend a lot of time together. Even if my parents come home at 11 or 12 pm because of work, they always wake up at 6 am to eat breakfast with us. These make me very happy.
My parents make us feel the importance of us kids. Then my thought drifted to the time I went boating and fishing with my dad. We did not catch anything, but all of us were laughing all the way. I saw that with my positive attitude I make people much more happier and more interested with what we are doing.
Reading plays a big part in our family. We enjoy reading and discussing about the books and stories we read. I also try to share the same experince with my classmates. I remembered the time I was reading the stories for our “Story Bank” and we were doing a good job. I was determined to help boost the group’s self confidence and make sure we get a good grade. When this happened, all my classmates were more determined to maintain their grade so as to earn an honor grade in the next “Recognition Ceremony”. I felt so happy that I was able to help them keep their grades and encourage them to do the same for our quizzes in all of the subjects.
My thought shifted to the time I was sick when I was 9. I remembered my Grand Auntie Dr. Judy telling me on what to do and what to eat and what not to eat. My other Grand Auntie Jean bringing me medicine to lower my fever and comfort me to make me feel better. My dad read me stories like Harry Potter and discuss with me the story so I will not be bored. My mom made me chicken soup and porridge. My brothers who would normally annoy me tried to stay quiet. My Uncle Jan came to comfort me together with my grandpa and grandma who brought me an ice bag to lower my fever. I remembered the whole family was there. This made me realize that small things can make a big difference. Just showing you care by doing little things does it.
Then I looked at the clock and I saw that it was almost 4:30 pm! I had been day dreaming for over 2 hours. I looked out the window and I saw that it was not raining anymore, so I called to dad and said “Hey dad! Want to play a round of badminton?”
“ Sure! Get the racquets.” My dad replied.
And we went out to play – just like what we have done so many times before.
Many of us are not heroes, and may never be. I watch on TV and see the Justice League, and wish I was Superman or Spiderman. But I know now we cannot fly, dodge bullets or catch criminals, and save mankind. We are ordinary people. But we can also make a difference by sharing not only our things, but also our time. We spend time with friends and family. By showing you care by listening or sharing time with them, we make our friends, our family, and ourselves happy.
So after this afternoon’s memory recall experience, I soon realize that in our own little way, everybody can make a difference in the lives of many people. We do not need superpower skills to be a hero to them.