The stories of HeroicStories.
by The Teacher
New Jersey, USA
Another year as a junior high teacher in New Jersey was coming to an end. The morning ceremony for the eighth grade graduates was about to begin. There’s always a feeling of accomplishment at this time. You also hope that the students will look back and realize how much they learned and that they’ll be successful in high school.
by Tilas T.
Yukon Territory, Canada
When I was 20, in summer 2004, I took the bus down to stay with a friend for two weeks in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. My friend worked days, so I decided to go exploring on my own. I knew where I was, up near the UBC Campus. I knew where I wanted to go, the Vancouver Aquarium. It sounded simple.
by Brian R. King
Illinois, USA
I am an adult with Autism and my consulting work requires a lot of out-of-state airline travel. Airports and air travel are very overwhelming for me. One day this October I woke at 4:30 a.m. to travel out of state, traveling and working until 10:30 p.m. that night.
by A Grandfather
The Desert, USA
The mother watches, expressionless, instinctively she reaches for them, her children who will never again be children. How far they’ve come in just weeks — not just in miles, but in years, ages, pain and horror. The children’s cheeks and eyes are less haunted now, the youngest even leaving his father’s arms.
by Grace
California, USA
My mother and father met while they were in the U.S. Army. Dad said he fell in love with her red hair and great gams. They were married six months later and moved to dad’s hometown in California. Mom never liked the town, so several years after he passed away she returned to her beloved Oregon where she lives happily in a small coastal town.
by Millard J. Driscoll
South Carolina, USA
Growing up on Long Island, I never paid much attention to my father’s profession. To me, he was just a high school English teacher who didn’t talk about work very much.
Sandra Sebastian
Indianapolis, IN
It all seemed to happen so suddenly. One minute, my mother was talking normally, and the next, she was babbling baby talk. Being seven hundred miles away from your parent when they obviously need medical attention is one of the scariest things I have ever gone through.
by Annginette Anderson Moos
Vermont, USA
In 1992 I was a graduate student majoring in health care management. We were preparing for careers like hospital administration or pharmaceutical marketing. Our department arranged a weekly “shadowing” opportunity, where students spent the day with a physician, nurse, or health professional in a clinical setting.
by Seth Gwinn
Nebraska, USA
In August of 2003, my family was traveling to Nebraska from Branson, Missouri. After a short vacation, my wife, Jan, our two daughters, ages 9 and 8, and I were on our way back home.
by Chris Wilson
Los Gatos, California, USA
Our family moved from Scotland to Virginia when I was seven years old. My father is an avid golfer so one day shortly after our arrival we went to the driving range. While he was busy hitting golf balls, I was busy exploring the area like any normal 7-year-old.