One of my favorite posts comes from a female student who writes about her father's heroic qualities: "He has taught me...how to blow a goose call, catch a fish, and even skin a coyote." I love this reminder about how important time is to young people.
Still another student reminds us that it's the small things that often go unnoticed that define heroism:
I believe that my hero would be the stranger on the road willing to tow your car in a rain storm or the figure that help you when you were lost in a foreign place. I truly think that the random meeting of a stranger who shows virtues and dignity is worthy of being called a hero....When you help the unfamiliar face in the poorest condition, then you have earnestly reached in the bottom of your heart to pull out the little inch of kindness that person may need.