Name:Mr. Location: Dallas, Texas, United States Birthday:3/6/1991 Gender:Male
Interests:The Strokes, The White Stripes, Eminem, S.P.M, Kumbia Kings, U2, Wierd Al, Three Doors Down, Nickelback, Maryln Manson, Limp Bizkit, Jet, Nine Inch Nails,Coldplay, Crossfade, Jason Mraz, Black Eyed Peas, Mudvayne, Taproot,Seether, Slipknot, H.I.M,Train, My Chemical Romance, Rammstein, Remy Zero, Papa Roach, System Of A Down, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, The Exies. The Rasmus, Three Doors Down, Weezer, Breaking Benjamin, Bon Jovi, Cradle Of Filth, Deaf Pedestrians, Drowning Pool, Fallout Boy, Fatboy Slim, Gary Jules, Harvey Danger, Jet, Jimmy Eatworld, Korn, Limp Bizkit, Louis XIV,Incubus, Linkin Park, Moby, Yellow Card, The Blues Brothers, and soem Jonny Cash. Hmmm cant think of ne thing else right now. Mt Fav. Movies are Donny Darko, Ghost World,Sin City, Blues Brother 2000 and School of Rock. Occupation:Other Industry:Other
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My hero isn't famous, he didn't have a fortune, make some giant scientific breakthrough or save anybody's life. Jesse B. Stone was a troubled, angry, and self-medicated teen who over the course of time, became father I knew who would give everything he had to sustain my well being. He might not have lived a clean life growing up, but he did find a way to do what he had a passion for: photojournalism. For about ten years he worked as a photographer, he did work for a local newspaper a few times, but mostly did freelance work. He began again around 2003 and did freelance work whenever he could.
I never new my grandfather, but I know my dad never had a good relationship with his him; he was old school, he loved my dad, but wasn't the type of person to show affection. Seeing the way things were with his father, he decided he was going to do what he could to have the type of relationship with me that he was never able to have with his father. My grandfather, I'm told, was very hard working and always running a business, my dad adopted that trait from him. The last business he ran was here in Texas installing storm windows in the Dallas area.
By the time I was on my way into this world, my dad had been clean for over a decade, but still his outlook on life changed when I was born. Though far from perfect as he’d told me himself several times, he always put my first, I became the most important thing in his life. He always taught by example, it just wasn’t always the right one, so sometimes I learned what not to do. I became the person I am today, because of everything my father was. He kept me honest, made sure I stayed out of trouble, took care of me; he was a good dad. But he was more than that, anytime I needed something he was there, I could talk to him about anything, he would go without to make sure I was taken care of. My hero spent his last six months on this earth in a hospital. I visited him at least once a week, and every time he said he’d be out before I knew it. He hadn’t walked in months when he began physical therapy. He was so proud to show me that he could get up and move across the room. That he could walk for me. He got better, but then he got worse. The last month he spent in the hospital, he spent in critical condition in the intensive care unit, and though he was unconscious the entire time, I could tell he was fighting it. He fought death as long and as hard as he could, to pull through for me.
The definition of a hero cannot be restrained to the confines of any written binding. A hero could anyone who performs an act of pure selflessness, somebody who gives or does with no expectations of anything in return, someone who offers guidance or advice, believes in you, who chased their dreams, or was the best possible father he could be.
My hero at some point did all of these, and so much more. Even after passing, my hero gives me motivation. If that man dying in the hospital gave it all he had just to try to be there for me, then I can do anything for him.
You were the last strand of hope I had it would be okay that things do get better from here that someone could pull me up take me away from this. And you just dropped me twice. not counting all the shit that happened before hand. And now I want to give up more than ever before.
