I’m rather short. So I’d say: most people
I am admiring and looking up to your wit
When I travelled Myanmar many moons ago I met a catholic priest. He was in his 70s and worked 20 hours a day running an orphanage with zero funding from his church or government. I am not a man of religion, but that priest was the most impressive person I ever met. The way he kept his kindness and content despite all the poverty and suffering surrounding him gave me a new perspective.
I’ll answer this question honestly, but I’ll first misinterpret the question.
I’ll change it to the person I most appreciated in life.
That person was my 6th grade teacher. She was a former catholic nun turned atheist. She was 70 years old when I had her as my teacher. She was quick with a ruler and quick with a lesson. She never actually hit any kid, but my lord, when she thwacked that long ass ruler on a table, we all paid attention. Critical thinking was her passion, emphasis on science and facts over rhetoric were her bywords.
I didn’t look up to her, I didn’t want to be her. But her lessons were paramount in shaping my life from thence to this.
Ms. Wrech, I still remember you.
Robin Williams. Hewas an actor that helped make my childhood more bearable. With amazing movies full of wit and humor. I don’t have for a habit to care about strangers or celebrities but the day I learned he killed himself my world became a shade darker. And knowing he struggled in life like he did made him more relatable than ever.
My grandpa was always really interested in whatever I had going on, especially when I didn’t think it was worth celebrating. We spent a lot of time golfing together when I was a kid and he taught me a lot about staying calm and looking at me today vs yesterday instead of me vs where I wish I was.
Everybody we ran into seemed to really like being around him. We used to play with a lot of people we rolled up to on the golf course. I try my best to be someone people are happy to see; like they were for him.
I miss him but I carry so much of him inside I feel like I can still hear what he would say. I hope I can be as important to someone as he was to me.
My grampa wez, he built his house, and owned his own modest construction company, collected vintage sports cars (jag- e type) and bikes, and had an avery full of song birds as well as a beautiful garden and some farm animals, geese, goat’s and pigs.
He ate healthy, lived actively, had an unfettered love for my grandmother (she is a character too) wez died young, early 60s.
Everyone disappoints in the end. I try to avoid looking up to people. Easier than dealing with the disappointment of realizing they’re flawed humans just like I am, just like everyone else is.
I suppose. We are all just human though, and no one’s perfect all the time. i think that’s what makes those little good deeds noticable. The fact that we are flawed and some of us manage to be good people a majority of the time
I am no-frills for a lack of a better word when it comes to who I look up to, the five people being my second-oldest sibling, my grandfather, a couple of friends, and an author from another locality whose works I like. The last one is special to me though, I’m a VIP in her social circles and it’s the gift that keeps on giving.
My father. He’s just a fine dude. Does a lot of things right, is never angry at anybody for too long, and just generally understands what’s important in life and why.
