Tell me about the time you met your hero?

Question

O.K. people gimme your story about the time you met your hero, please no "my hero is my dad, mom", or any of that. I'm talking about athlete, musician, actor,writer, etc.
O.K., let the stories begin!

Answer 1

I have never really met anyone I would consider to be "my hero," but I have met some pretty amazine people. I had the opportunity to meet several astronauts, and it was really neat to talk to them about what they had to do in order to be able to travel to space.

Also, I was working as a newspaper reporter and I had the opportunity to meet someone who had won the Pulitzer Prize. He had worked in a neighboring town, and he just walked into the office, I was kind of speechless because I had always enjoyed his humor columns and I knew he had written a Pulitzer prize-winning investigative series before I was born, but he was just a normal person.

Answer 2

I am 64 years old.

Of all the many thousands and thousands of people I have ever met, seen in person, seen on TV and films, read about etc etc etc there is only one person that I could honestly say I really admire.

Not a hero - what IS a hero?
To some people it's a pop or film star. They are not hero's. They are just doing a job.
I sell things, they sing or act. Simple as that.

A real hero is either someone who has done something very unselfish, such as risked his life in saving someone else or has set a good example.

So, back to the question.
The person I admire the most (but unfortunately have never met) is the guy who takes part in the London Marathon wheelchair event (possibly other marathons around the world as well) with no arms or legs.
Just two little stumps for arms.

I have met people who have had a toe removed - not the whole foot - just one toe, and they feel that their life is coming to an end. They now find it impossible to do all the things they used to be able to. Of course all this is a state of mind.

What an example this guy makes.
He didn't give up.
And neither should we.

And there is my "hero"

Answer 3

He was a long-haired Chinese guy, talking to me across a small room in a restaurant in Beijing. All dressed in white, and very cool ... an Avatar. He was cutting the hair of a traitor, in the old way. I was still learning, as I am now ... had just eaten the "little tongue" at a Korean restaurant. There are reasons for such things.

When I got closer, passing him to leave ... he was just a normal guy.