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America & Me Essay Contest
If you look up the word hero in the dictionary, you will most likely find something similar to: "one who is endowed with great courage or strength," or "a person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose." Both of these definitions mention courage. It is only right, then, that my personal hero is a woman of courage. She was never afraid to stand up for others, to show them the kind of human decency they deserved. My personal hero is Theresa Krantz, who was my neighbor for about seven years. She ran a day care I attended for four years; from when I was four years old, until I was eight. At her day care, she taught me many things that are still important to me today. The most important of all these things was to be polite and display good manners at all times, even when it wasn't convenient or fun. It always amazed me, that as a mother of five, she still managed to be on top of everything that went on in her house. She adopted two Russian boys, Noah and Isaac, and took in her niece Natalie. She dedicated her life to those around her, and was always trying to help with anything that she could. I always felt protected when I was near her. I think that was why. The only bad memory I have involving Theresa was the day my family and I returned from our spring vacation we had spent in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I was in a great mood, after having just spent a week skiing in the Rocky Mountains. When we got home, on April 10, 2005, my mom was talking to our neighbors. When she finished talking, she walked over to us, her face soaked with tears, and told us that Theresa and Forest, her husband, had been in a car accident earlier that day and were killed. Her daughter Joanne and her niece Natalie were in intensive care at the hospital. That next week went by very quickly. It seemed like I was outside of my body, and I felt like I wasn't in this world. My thoughts were constantly elsewhere, in school, at mealtime, and even when I lay down to go to bed at night. My mind seemed to be floating up with Theresa, clinging on to anything I could recall about her. I only remember a few things that happened during that week. I remember Theresa and Forest's funeral visitation, a few days later my mother telling me that Natalie had died, and Natalie's funeral visitation, and I remember both funerals-Theresa and Forest shared a funeral, Natalie's was separate. I also remember crying a lot. I feel privileged that I was ever able to meet Theresa. Knowing her allowed me to realize that a short life dedicated to working toward helping others is far more important and meaningful than a long life spent trying to satisfy only yourself.
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