Who is Your hero?

[miss tenderness]

There always been great characters whether contemporaries or in the history that
made an effect on us.

I'd like to hear from you WHO IS YOUR HERO? And why?
If possible post a link for sites concerned with your chosen character so we can
Benefit more.

[Scheherazade]

[AimusSage]

I nominate myself as my biggest personal hero ever! I never cared much for heroes, although I think Emperor Palpatine is a good choice for anyone as hero, the man really achieved something.

Palpatine

[papayahed]

Zero?
Yeah. Zero is a wonderful thing.
In fact, zero is my hero!
How can zero be a hero?


Well, there are all kinds of heroes, you know.
A man can get to be a hero for a famous battle
he fought;
Or by studying very hard and becoming a weightless
astronaut.
And then there are heroes of other sorts.
Like the heroes we know from watching sports.
But a hero doesn't have to be a grown up person,
you know.
A hero can be a very big dog who comes to
your rescue,
Or a very little boy who's smart enough to know
what to do.
But let me tell you about my favorite hero...


Did you ever stop to think about zero?
Zero is fantastic! Why, without the concept of zero,
we'd never be able to multiply, divide, add, subtract,
or even to count very high.


My hero, zero
Such a funny little hero
But till you came along
We counted on our fingers and toes
Now you're here to stay
And nobody really knows
How wonderful you are
Why we could never reach a star
Without you, zero, my hero
How wonderful you are


What's so wonderful about a zero? It's nothing,
isn't it?
Sure, it represents nothing alone...


But place a zero after 1
And you've got yourself a 10
(See how important that is?)
When you run out of digits
You can start all over again
(See how convenient that is?)
That's why with only ten digits including zero
You could count as high as you could ever go
Forever, towards infinity
No one ever gets there, but you could try


With 10 billion zeros
From the cavemen till the heroes who invented you
They counted on their fingers and toes
And maybe some sticks and stones
Or rocks and bones
And their neighbors' toes, yeah


And nobody really knows
How wonderful you are
Why we could never reach the star
Without you, zero, my hero
Zero, how wonderful you are


Place one zero after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 10
(See how easy that is?)
Place two zero's after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 100
(See how simple that is?)
Place three zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 1000
Et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum
Ad astra, forever, and ever
With zero, my hero, how wonderful you are

[RobinHood3000]

Ahem...




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[ElizabethSewall]

Beth March.

[miss tenderness]

it's not a must that your hero is a real one! i mean we can admire ordinary people in our life, don't you think?so tell us about characters affected you .
regards

[kilted exile]

My heroes:
----------------------Andy Goram-------------

Alec Cleland---Richard Gough--John Brown--Davy Robertson

Brian Laudrup---------Iain Durrant-------Davy Cooper


----Ally McCoist----Mark Hately-----Mo Johnston

[Ryduce]

Neil Diamond!!!!!!!!!!

Aka

The Jewish Elvis!!!!!

Aka

A God Walking Amongst Mere Mortals!!!!

Aka

Tom Brokaw!!!!!!!!

[Pensive]

My Hero: Albus Dumbledore

[Mililalil XXIV]

Mine too, I'm sure!

[Pensive]

Mililalil, Is Professor Dumbledore your hero as well?

[Mililalil XXIV]

Does my mamma make spagetti?

[rachel]

My heros:

woman: I love lady Eowyn, sister daughter of King Theodan of Rohan in the lord of the rings.
She loses her mother while very young, her father at the hands of evil orcs and she watches her uncle slowly lose his reason and come under Saroman's influence. He becomes a weak dotard and she dies a little more each day. Her brother is killed and in her heart she does not want to do the usual woman thing-sit by the fire or prepare beds for the men who fight. She wants to fight and find renown and avenge her loved ones. In the end she falls in love with Faramir and no longer wants renown. She gets to kill the most hated of the Ringwraithes and most powerful so really she is renowned and songs are sung and tales told. My favorite line is when she is terrified as she sees the sea of orcs below her on the plain. Merriadoc who is riding with her on her steed is frightened as well. "Courage Merry" she whispers. courage for our freinds." that is how I try to live my life, fighting for those I love and those that need someone to help them along."

man hero:
I would have to go with Robin hood. can't help myself. I have loved him since a child. he inspired my taking archery and always giving to the poor.

[Virgil]

There are probably lots of characters who could be my hero. A particular character, who I consider a personal hero, has been on my mind ever since I had a private discussion with Themis on The Iliad. That character is Hector, of the Trojans. I think he is Homer’s moral center of his work, that is the character from which the other character’s moral failings are measured against. He is not the impulsive, childish Achilles; nor the selfish leader like Agamemnon; nor the husband who can’t control his wife, like Menelaus; nor the self indulgent Paris.

He is a man of sacrifice, defender of his people, faithful to his parents, loving husband, and adoring father. These are the noble values of life. There is a particular passage in Book 6 of The Iliad which is striking and worthy of presentation. Hector has come back from battle, bloodied and tired, meets his parents, and then goes to find his wife, Andromache, who is at the nursery with their child. They talk of his possible death and the destruction of Troy. But then Hector turns to his son. This is from the Robert Fagles translation:

In the same breath, shining Hector reached down
for his son—but the boy recoiled,
cringing against his nurse’s full breast,
screaming out at the sight of his own father,
terrified by the flashing bronze, the horsehair crest,
the great ridge of the helmet nodding, bristling terror—
so it struck his eyes. And his loving father laughed,
his mother laughed as well, and glorious Hector,
quickly lifting the helmet from his head,
set it down on the ground, fiery in the sunlight,
and raising his son he kissed him, tossed him in his arms,
lifting a prayer to Zeus and the other deathless gods:
“Zeus, all you immortals! Grant this boy, my son,
may be like me, and rule Troy in power
and one day let them say, ‘He is a better man than his father!—
when he comes home from battle bearing the bloody gear
of the mortal enemy he has killed in war—
a joy to his mother’s heart.

So Hector prayed
and placed his son in the arms of his loving wife.
Andromache pressed the child to her scented breast,
smiling through tears. Her husband noticed,
and filled with pity now, Hector stroked her gently,
trying to reassure her, repeating her name, “Andromache,
dear one, why so desperate? Why so much grief for me?
No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate.
And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it,
neither brave man nor coward, I tell you—
it’s born with us the day that we are born.
So please go home and tend to your own tasks,
the distaff and the loom, and keep the women
working hard as well. As for the fighting,
men will see to that, all who were born in Troy
but I most of all.”

Hector aflash in arms
took up his horsehair-crested helmet once again.