Who was your hero growing up?
Like many, my father was my hero. I always thought of my father as someone who could do anything through his incredicble strength and wisom.
As life goes, my father left us from heart related issues, but his legacy lives in everything I do. Hero's don't wear red capes... at least not in public, they can't fly, and they are not industructable... They are the people we love and the people who love us.