Hero: many people use the word as a slang term for submarine
sandwich. Now hold on a minute! No, I am not planning to blab
on about my favorite hoagie for the next five minutes! Although
I must admit the idea was quite tempting
I was in a quandary when my teacher first handed me this assignment.
Why? Well, problemo numero uno: I, Jacqueline Roy, did not have
a hero, or heroine for that matter. I therefore spent three weeks
racking my brain to come up with some ideas, without much success.
At least, besides the sandwich, but my teacher might have failed
to see the humor in that
This was impossible! Now you tell
me: how could I possibly write an essay about my hero/heroine,
if I did not have one to begin with?
I looked up "hero" in several dictionaries, and
failed to comprehend their definitions. Then I recalled having
heard someone say a hero is someone who has saved your life.
In some twisted, contorted way, this idea merged with my one
about subs, and I realized that I do in fact have a hero
That something has saved my life.
I present you with my hero. First, let us start with the basics.
Two pieces of substantial, whole-wheat bread, my mother, and,
you guessed it, my father. You see, they are the ones who help
me put it all together, and without them, the sandwich simply
would not exist.
Next, the vegetables. Its amazing how onions, lettuce
and tomatoes can all be thrown into the same category, despite
their tremendous appearance differences. How could I better describe
my friends? Every one of them has a unique characteristic that
sets them apart. One of them is always there to help me out,
who it is depends on whether I need vitamin A or B.
Let us not forget the cheese! Some Stilton, some Roquefort.
My roots, my cultures, Canadas two official languages.
Then there is the meat: at the base of any flesh-eater's sandwich.
Salami, pepperoni, ham, I like putting a wide variety in there.
Here we have all the people who make up what my country is today.
Each one has their different story, their different background.
All of Canadian historys role models, from Jacques Cartier,
to Donovan Bailey, through to my near-future idols.
I spice the whole thing up with some condiments. Some people
say history is a bit bland, so I suppose it is necessary to add
a little mustard or mayo. Here we have my older brother, always
giving me a little encouraging push, and teaching me new things.
Yes, I know what you are thinking. I promised you this essay
was to be about someone saving my life, not about a sandwich!
Wrong: I said something, not someone.
And it was. My hero sandwich provides me with all I need to
survive: nutrients from all of the four food groups, which ease
my hunger pains. It saves me from starving to death.
Heroes and heroines are not necessarily people who catch us
before we fall off a cliff. No, they are everyday people whose
everyday actions inspire us and make us see the world in a new
and bright light. They encourage us to use our potential and
live our lives to their fullest.
I encourage you to picture your heroes, heroines and those
of others. Whether they be Roberta Bondar, or your next door
neighbour, what makes them worthy of this title? I think you
will find it is because, in their own special ways, they make
our lives worth living.