Daily Prompt: Heroic

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When you were five years old, who was your hero? What do you think of that person today?
I’ve been trying to think of who my hero was when I was five years old and I can’t seem to think of anyone, but if I did have a hero, someone I thought the world of it was both my mother and my father. I loved to watch my father work on televisions in the middle of the living room floor with the TV’s taken apart and the tubes all around him and his tools to one side and schematics piled to the other side and my father checking from testing one tube after the other to see which one was the blown tube. I was amazed at how he would open up a TV that was not working, check each part and circuit board and solder this board or that board and change tubes. Sometimes he would close everything up because he didn’t have the tube or fuse he needed so he had to go buy it but he couldn’t leave those things all spread out on the floor of a house that had five children under ten years old in the house. I remember being amazed that he knew where everything went. Being so young I didn’t realize that it was all his stuff so everything went where he wanted it to go.
As for my mother, I was in awe of her because she worked at the hospital in the operating room but she also worked as a hairdresser at the shop on the corner on the weekends and as a barber right there in the living room during the week. She had several people who would only let her cut their hair.
So what do I think of these two heroes today? I still think they’re the best. I still think they’re amazing people; although my dad has passed away. But my mom is now 93 years old. She’s not so fast as she used to be and she’s not on top of things as much as she used to be, but when you’ve been on the planet for over 90 years most people are gonna start slipping a bit.
They are both still my heroes.

Daily Prompt: The Outsiders

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Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
Today’s prompt is to write about the experience of being outside looking in.
I thought maybe I could write about how it felt last year when for the first time since 1979 I didn’t receive a calendar from the City School District. I didn’t get one because I no longer had any children in the City School District and they mail the calendars out to the homes of the children registered for the current school year. Well when it was the first week of school and I realized that there wouldn’t be a calendar coming to my home I felt like I had been shunned by a group that I’d been a loyal member of since 1979. I felt like my best friends had thrown me out and turned their backs on me and had agreed that none of them would talk to me. I had to go online and find the calendar on the City School District website and print out the pages that I wanted. And if it wasn’t for the fact that I needed the calendar so I would know the days when the day care kids would be out of school I don’t think I would have printed or even went to look at the calendar.But the thing is, that feeling bothered me for about a month. And it was funny how I came to notice it. One of the day care kids mentioned that there wouldn’t be any school the next day and, as I always do, I immediately went to my cork board where I always hang my calendar every year to check on it, to see if the calendar verified what she said, and the wrong calendar was there and no, “out of school” shaded days were marked, and that was when I realized, ‘I had been left out’.