My heroes are not of the famous variety. My grandparents are two of them, because they took my sister and I and raised us with more love than I could have ever asked for when our parents couldn't love themselves, much less their children. My husband is one of my heroes for so profoundly affecting my life and offering to sacrifice his for his fellow countrymen, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
I also really respect James Natchwey, for his vision and for putting himself in danger countless times to take photographs that show what is going on in the world. His photographs have changed my life. I don't know if I would call him a hero, but I do highly respect him.
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