Earlier in the year, we did an interesting assignment in Bible at school. We had to write a page on who was our hero, and why. Well, I did my mom. However, my friend said that she couldn't do it. She had a hero, but she didn't want to write about him/her. So, I didn't push, but later she told me who it was. She said that I was her hero. I was so touched, and for a while after that, I felt like all was right in the world. Well, she ended up writing about her pastor so that she wouldn't have to tell the truth about her real hero, but I still felt so happy. 
