Who is your hero or role model?

My real hero/role model is my best friend Rebecca. She came to the U.S.A. from the U.K. 2 years ago, with her husband. She was definately overweight, but like so many of us, didn't have the motivation or the time while busy and working. When she came here, she wasn't allowed to work. So, she joined weight watchers. She lost over 100 lbs, and has kept it off. She looks great, and I am really proud of her. She works hard to keep me motivated! Since she can't work, she self-less-ly gives her time to the local hospital, our church, and countless other groups.

She's really inspiring!!!

I don't really have a particular one. I guess it would be all the woman who make "healthy" food choices over sweets and junk. When I see that, it really makes me think, someday I hope to be that person.

That's easy-though I might sound old fashioned it is without question my mom. Even though we are about as different as two people can get, (to show how karma works my daughter is exactly like her LOL) I was raised always knowing her love for me was uncondtional. No matter what life has thrown at me or what I've thrown back she has consistently been supportive, understanding, and very loving. I consider myself very lucky because besides being my mom (and along with my husand), she is one of my best friends.

I have 2 different answers for this question.

My hero or hero's would deffinatly have to be the men and woman that are risking thier lives in our Armed Forces to protect our way of life. If any are reading this thank you from the bottom of my heart.

My role model would have to be my Grandmother (reciently passed away) She showed me that no matter how life stomped you that you just have to get up, dust off and keep going. She was a great lady who I will always remember.

My grandfather who died 4 years ago from cancer was and still is my role model. He acquired a large estate during his lifetime and he probably gave away twice what he ended up with. He only had an 8th grade education but his common sense and good heart more than made up for his lack of schooling. He was always helping people who were having troubles. He was always giving someone something. On Sunday mornings at church he would always have his pockets full of candy and gum for the kids. When some of the kids visited him at the hospice the week he died, he opened the drawer beside his bed and got gum out for each one of them. He always taught me to treat others as I would want them to treat me and that no matter how bad I thought my problems are there is someone in worse shape than me that needs my help.

Thanks for these questions Beth Anne.

Carol