My mother. Only role model I ever wanted, she was as close to perfect as possible. I actually had to write something in 1995 about my role model. I wrote a tribute to her. Later I had it framed and gave it to her. Now that she's gone I'm so glad I did that. It's too long to post here. Just suffice it to say she was an amazing wife and mother; she was sick for over 20 years and never complained, she just "kept on keeping on". She lost her physical ability to do many things, but she never lost her wit, wisdom, and positive outlook on life. What more could you ask for in a role model?
My mother. And my daughter. One of them is braver than I, and the other takes the world less seriously than I. And, of course, a hundred other reasons.
This is the second question you have asked to which I have no answer.
I have no role model unless I count myself. It sounds hubristic but over the years I have triumphed over many physical, mental and emotional obstacles I never thought I could overcome. I am proud of myself for that.
So many people have journeyed through my life changing me forever. I never thought of them as role models. But their they were rubbing off the ruff edges a bit at time. Sometimes I noticed, but mostly it was years before I looked back and could see their influence on me.
I had a professor who always put people before things. He never said that was what he was doing, I just watch him live and I learned so much from him about what is really important.
Jesus. [I.E., as in the Lord Jesus; wasn't trying to take the Lord's name in vain just then!]
My Sister due to her stoicism and sacrifice, and moral integrity. I pulled back for a while on that as she was also very critical. She's mellowed very much, and is better able to forgive weakness in others.
A good friend of mine, Gretchen, who is one of the gentlest, sweetest people I have ever known. She is the epitome of a good Christian.
Many different professors.
My husband. He is brilliant, caring, industrious, and interested in multiple things. He has a zest for life, and alot of common sense.
Paternal Grandparents. Because no matter who did what in this big crazy family, we all knew that we were all 100% loved and accepted for who we were and what we did, in Grandma & Grandpa's eyes. It's not that we could do no wrong - it's just that we would be forgiven and accepted and hugged and welcomed back, no matter what. And some pretty heinous things have been done in the big crazy family. My grandparents simply EXUDED love and acceptance. You couldn't ruffle their feathers if you tried (maybe that came from having 7 kids and millions of grandkids and half a million great grandkids).
My Mother is my role model and always has been. She instilled in me a sense of belief in myself. Her words and kindness have helped me immensely throughout my life. I hope she knows what an impact she has had on my life.
My grandmother. She showed me my passion through her death.
Grandma was always ill, cancer was what I knew her to have. Alcoholism was a silent battle she fought.
One summer, when I was about 11 or 12, she was horribly ill. I went to see her every day, and I was such a carefree child. Filled with such enegry and spirit. I would tell her stories, and make her laugh. Forget that she was ill.
She died when I was 13, but after her death- my father told me what she told him once.
"There are days when I feel like I can't go on, but then Erin comes in and makes me forget that I am ill. She gives me the strength to continue."
Hands down, the best compliment I have ever received. It was then when I wanted to be a doctor, and specialize in cancer.
i honestly can't think of a one ... i mean, obviously my parents instilled certain things in me ... work ethic etc ... but as for a role model ... nope can't think of one ... perhaps that also reflects my life right now ... perhaps i should find myself a role model ... might give me a direction
Every Black counselor, teacher, or social worker I dealt with in my childhood - for showing me a glimpse of what being Black, intelligent, and resourceful in a White society could look like.
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At 12:25 PM, SassyFemme said…
My mother. Only role model I ever wanted, she was as close to perfect as possible. I actually had to write something in 1995 about my role model. I wrote a tribute to her. Later I had it framed and gave it to her. Now that she's gone I'm so glad I did that. It's too long to post here. Just suffice it to say she was an amazing wife and mother; she was sick for over 20 years and never complained, she just "kept on keeping on". She lost her physical ability to do many things, but she never lost her wit, wisdom, and positive outlook on life. What more could you ask for in a role model?
At 12:53 PM, I n g e r said…
My mother. And my daughter. One of them is braver than I, and the other takes the world less seriously than I. And, of course, a hundred other reasons.
At 4:30 PM, Anonymous said…
A close friend of my who moves through the world very gracefully, full of laughter and exceeds at everything she puts her mind to.
At 4:34 PM, Bent Fabric said…
Hmm...I'll have to think about this one and get back to you.
At 9:15 PM, Anonymous said…
Too many of them. I've had to scale back.
Odd, that.
At 12:01 AM, 4evergapeach said…
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At 2:26 AM, Bent Fabric said…
This is the second question you have asked to which I have no answer.
I have no role model unless I count myself. It sounds hubristic but over the years I have triumphed over many physical, mental and emotional obstacles I never thought I could overcome. I am proud of myself for that.
At 2:05 PM, Christopher said…
So many people have journeyed through my life changing me forever. I never thought of them as role models. But their they were rubbing off the ruff edges a bit at time. Sometimes I noticed, but mostly it was years before I looked back and could see their influence on me.
I had a professor who always put people before things. He never said that was what he was doing, I just watch him live and I learned so much from him about what is really important.
so many more...
At 3:32 AM, Sith Snoopy said…
Jesus. [I.E., as in the Lord Jesus; wasn't trying to
take the Lord's name in vain just then!]
My Sister due to her stoicism and sacrifice, and
moral integrity. I pulled back for a while on that
as she was also very critical. She's mellowed very
much, and is better able to forgive weakness in
others.
A good friend of mine, Gretchen, who is one of
the gentlest, sweetest people I have ever known.
She is the epitome of a good Christian.
Many different professors.
My husband. He is brilliant, caring, industrious,
and interested in multiple things. He has a zest
for life, and alot of common sense.
At 9:16 AM, sttropezbutler said…
The first person I though of was Judy Garland. Does that say a lot about me or what? Now I've really made myself laugh.
I don't really have any role models but there sure are tons of people who inspire me. Sublime, you inspire me!
STB
At 10:28 AM, Ms Enigme said…
my parents - somehow they manage to just keep us all going ...
At 11:07 AM, ToadyJoe said…
Paternal Grandparents. Because no matter who did what in this big crazy family, we all knew that we were all 100% loved and accepted for who we were and what we did, in Grandma & Grandpa's eyes. It's not that we could do no wrong - it's just that we would be forgiven and accepted and hugged and welcomed back, no matter what. And some pretty heinous things have been done in the big crazy family. My grandparents simply EXUDED love and acceptance. You couldn't ruffle their feathers if you tried (maybe that came from having 7 kids and millions of grandkids and half a million great grandkids).
At 12:37 PM, Sublime said…
My Mother is my role model and always has been. She instilled in me a sense of belief in myself. Her words and kindness have helped me immensely throughout my life. I hope she knows what an impact she has had on my life.
At 12:40 AM, Anonymous said…
My grandmother. She showed me my passion through her death.
Grandma was always ill, cancer was what I knew her to have. Alcoholism was a silent battle she fought.
One summer, when I was about 11 or 12, she was horribly ill. I went to see her every day, and I was such a carefree child. Filled with such enegry and spirit. I would tell her stories, and make her laugh. Forget that she was ill.
She died when I was 13, but after her death- my father told me what she told him once.
"There are days when I feel like I can't go on, but then Erin comes in and makes me forget that I am ill. She gives me the strength to continue."
Hands down, the best compliment I have ever received. It was then when I wanted to be a doctor, and specialize in cancer.
At 11:24 AM, Unknown said…
i honestly can't think of a one ... i mean, obviously my parents instilled certain things in me ... work ethic etc ... but as for a role model ... nope can't think of one ... perhaps that also reflects my life right now ... perhaps i should find myself a role model ... might give me a direction
At 1:37 PM, Anonymous said…
Every Black counselor, teacher, or social worker I dealt with in my childhood - for showing me a glimpse of what being Black, intelligent, and resourceful in a White society could look like.
At 3:58 AM, phosda said…
not in one person. perfer to scavenge from among many.
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