My Mother, My Hero

My mother, my hero, Henry Ward Beecher, 1859 said: "Mother's heart is a child's classroom." I believe this sentence is for me and my mother's experience. I have learned more about life from her 15-year school education. Over the past 20 years my mother has taught me a lot of valuable lessons through illustration of consideration, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel who always protected me. Iyanla Vanzant said in the book, "One day my soul has been opened." "A truly considerate person can feel your feelings, or an error feeling r

I am proud of my mother, my hero. My mother's faith is obvious to her lifestyle. She is one of the most kind, generous and unselfish people I know. She participated in the competition with dignity, elegance, perseverance and honor. Even though she is not here anymore, her courage still exists. Especially on Mother's Day, I had a hard time, she celebrated here. She smiled at me from heaven today. She lives there in her own life. I believe that she will definitely overcome cancer. But after all, she traded

My mother was always my hero. It seems like a little complaint, but I think my mother is my hero. I identify them by their willingness to prepare a hero for others. I also associate heroicism with endless passion, eternal encouragement, and eternal inner mind. I believe that many people in this great world will fulfill this standard, but I also believe that heroes sometimes mean everything in the world from time to time. My mother is such a person to me. I have never seen a man who is willing to give up on others. She taught me to live my life by serving other people and serving God. In the process, I am satisfied because I have made an effort to discover and realize my purpose on the planet. The purpose of finding a person is very difficult and heroes will help this journey. They provide security, guidance, and inspiration. More importantly, this is the source of passion and creativity.

I think I came to this world I want to build an altar for my mother. But when my hero, my excellent painter's friend, Noah Davis died, his mother introduced me artist Candice Williams who took him to the Cooper union. For the last couple of years Kandis and I have talked about what black women engaged in these creative actions mean to us. For me, as I think that I am a writer, this is almost transactional, skill, not an "art" process. But Kandis is an artist, we all have the same dilemma