Pkielwa
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As we grow-up we remember who our heroes were when we were kids. Who was yours? Sometimes as adults we notice heroes in our current lives... Do you also have a present day hero, or one you realized has been your hero all along?
As a kid growing-up in SE Michigan throughout the 70's to parents who were MSU grads, my childhood athletic hero was Earvin "Magic" Johnson. Ever since the day I saw him play in the State Championship, I was a fan. He was an amazing player even back then. From the moment he went to State, I used to try and emulate the way he played, specifically how he passed the ball. I really tried hard to get a bunch of assists in games because of him.
As I got older, I realized my Dad was my TRUE hero. He was an amazing father, he was a fabulous teacher (taught me biology), a GREAT coach (coached me in basketball, golf, and tennis), and a great husband to my Mom. He had five children to support on a $6000 salary back in 1968, so he worked nights and weekends and even summers when he wasn't teaching and coaching. He taught driver's Ed, proctored exams at the local colleges, cut grass, whatever to keep us clothed and putting food on the table. He was the best example of the true definition of "Father" one could ever dream of.
As a kid growing-up in SE Michigan throughout the 70's to parents who were MSU grads, my childhood athletic hero was Earvin "Magic" Johnson. Ever since the day I saw him play in the State Championship, I was a fan. He was an amazing player even back then. From the moment he went to State, I used to try and emulate the way he played, specifically how he passed the ball. I really tried hard to get a bunch of assists in games because of him.
As I got older, I realized my Dad was my TRUE hero. He was an amazing father, he was a fabulous teacher (taught me biology), a GREAT coach (coached me in basketball, golf, and tennis), and a great husband to my Mom. He had five children to support on a $6000 salary back in 1968, so he worked nights and weekends and even summers when he wasn't teaching and coaching. He taught driver's Ed, proctored exams at the local colleges, cut grass, whatever to keep us clothed and putting food on the table. He was the best example of the true definition of "Father" one could ever dream of.