My Personal Hero

My personal hero would have to be my dad. There is not much to say about my dad but when I need him he is always there and he has never failed me. He is what you call a 2 in 1 mother and father. I know that it is hard to raise a girl but some how he has done it. I can't type a page blog on why my dad is my personal hero all i can say is that he has be there for me since i was a baby raising me to be the young woman i am today all by himself and I can say he has done a heck of a job. I love my daddy for all that he has done for me and without him i don't know what I would be doing or even where I would be today. I thank God everyday for my dad. Most fathers don't take responsibility of there kids, and the ones that do are the ones that are single fathers.

That part of me still lives on

My brother, is my rib, my heart, MY BESTFRIEND. never in a million years i would imagine losing him, the thought killed apart of my spirit like if he left me on this world alone i would die too. June 10, 2006 i was laying in bed and i get a phone call "your brother was just hit by a car", I panicked called my dad could'nt get through, called the hospital they couldn't tell me much. So I called my aunt to come get me, waiting on her thinking to myself "let him be okay, please let him be okay". I get there, to be lead to a small waiting room in the side of the hospital and my dad talking to the doctors. I started to cry so scared, frightened trying not to lose my cool. My dad tells me that my brother, Eric D. Johnson, was hit by a car and that he might not make it. The doctors let us see him, he had tubes in his throat he was all scratched up. It just looked bad I cried "Eric I love you". I spent about 6 hours at the hospital that night. June 11, 2006 I get a phone call the next morning, they took Eric over night to Kosair's Children Hospital and they need all imediate family there right away. I got to lousiville to see doctors and the chapelen comforting my family as the nurse walked to me I asked, "is he dead?" she said "yes", I was motionless I couldn't move for a second I could'nt even breathe. I had felt apart me had died and I would be nothing without him. As I sit here and type this I cry and I can honestly say that part of me still is alive in me today, I live my life everyday for me and for him I am a senior now class of 2010 and I can say I am going to take that dipolma with pride saying we did Eric we graduated high school. The feeling of losing a TWIN brother is hard to get through, but i made it through and I am a stronger preson then I was before.




Eric, I love you and miss you alot, I thought I would go crazy without you here bugging me but I can honestly say I am much stronger and I thank you. Please watch over me and daddy up there