When people hear the word hero I suspect they visualize a brave man pulling a lost soul out of a burning fire, or a resilient man wearing bright colored tights saving the damsel in distress, or maybe they see young men in camouflage and combat boots raising our flag at Iwo Jima; but what about all the people behind the curtains? They may never see themselves in the newspapers, on the news, have a holiday or parades dedicated to them, but are they not important? Did they not ‘change the world’ at all?
I may not be the individual pulling people out of fires or saving the damsels from distress or the soldier that actually fights for this land of the free, but the one who makes sure that the soldier can physically be victorious. All I’ve wanted to do since high school is to be an athletic trainer, but not just any athletic trainer. I want to work on a Navy base as an athletic trainer for the Navy Seals. I may not be fast enough or strong enough to do what they do, but if I can help them reach that full potential by fixing them up when they hurt themselves, then I feel like I’ve made a difference. My passion is to help people. It makes me feel important, like I could be a hero in a small way.
I’m currently studying at Texas State University and am pursuing my dream of fixing soldiers booboos.