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I have a hero. And I have admired him his entire life. I gave birth to him. He is my youngest son and I am so proud of the man that he has grown to become. He is tall, handsome, and so kind (cough, cough, sometimes he can be a pain in the ass) but he is still my hero.
|Here he is as Batman|
He has been here with me through thick and through thin. He lives in a town about 50 miles from us and if I need him he is here in under an hour. He is a deputy sheriff so lots of people probably don't see him as a hero.
|At his law enforcement graduation with his daughter|
|Paige and Justin|
|Love this photo!|
He is a father figure to his brother's kids. The ones who live with us. The brother who abandoned his kids. And they look up to him like he is the 'man of steal.' And he is! He has a daughter who worships him and an ex-wife who considers him her best friend. Now that is a true hero.
He helps those who are down on their luck. And gives encouraging words to those who need them. And I bet every 'decent' criminal (if there is such a thing) that he hauls off to jail gets some words that hopefully will help to turn their lives around. My son is my hero.
|Justin and Trina|
We love her too!