As the way the people of Maya Angelou's essay; Champion of the world, my grandfather is my hero and anticipates the same emotions and virtue.
Looking out over the horizon as the sun settles it's calm wind and the air is fresh. In a stance gazing into the unknown, not knowing why the sudden shiver or chill that runs through my body. “Why am I here?”, A question or a debate?, I have no idea, but I do know everyday I see the hero's of the world unknown and known altogether. A hero is whatever impresses another person of someone, just as back in Maya Angelou's time in the depression of 1936, when Joe Lewis defeated an opponent of a different race with a lot of perceptions, but it was not only that it was an event all in one, but it was a world event.
The episode in history was a great potential and potent example of one race proving to the world that beliefs and prejudice binds no one. The event to make a hero lives within each person's character and morale as of what as of what we see as being of value to us. It's not chosen about being a hero, not one man or person can choose to be a hero. A hero is born everyday, but it's the events and actions of the world and society that looks and judge the unknown to become a hero. As the days of segregation and the civil rights movement, you had a lot of hero's, but only Martin Luther King Jr. and Rosa Parks was recognized as hero's, due to their most important and daring courage to act. The choices we choose doesn't make us hero's, it makes us more human and a person of value and character, being dedicated and set in belief of what and how you strongly feel about an event ,place, law, etc.
My grandfather is a perfect hero to me; a short stocky man, leaned over in statue by time lived in the struggle. Born in the 1900's during the depression and oppression, my spiritual father had no knowledge of how to read and write. My grandfather's belief in God and in values that he placed on life as a whole. A true soldier of God, one that has enveloped the essence of Christianity and believed very strongly about being a man and putting God first. Sitting in the cold filled small church in that small town of Quincy, Florida as the beat of the drum pity-patted, and the claps of people came together to praise God. There is a man on the deacon block; a fragile figure, copper-toned and very raunchy singing his lungs out in a very deep baritone voice, a voice that sounds as if the heavens are pouring down with waterfalls, like the roar of a lion ranging out throughout the jungle claiming his territory., pure joy and praise.
My grandfather taught me that God allows everything and to live by the judging of God and not by man's judgment. At the age of 101, my grandfather went to a better place, and til his dying days, my grandfather never gave up on God nor life. As Joe Louis felt that he was fighting for a cause and never realizing the importance of the fight he fought on knowing within that it was for a greater cause than his own. As the same with my grandfather he sang praise and lived a life filled with God not only for himself, but for his family as well, to keep God close to the family and send praise up to God for thanksgiving for keeping his family strong and safe. The fight of Joe Louis was one to set free the burdens of a people, to have something and someone they could believe in. Even though Joe Louis was knocked down he managed to get back up and keep on fighting never giving up and going at it harder. The same thing is for my grandfather, coming from the time before and after the time of Joe Louis, my grandfather still managed to provide for his family and raise his family up under the care and faith of God.
