Before my husband passed away, I had recently begun my journey as a registered nurse. Nursing was a second career for me—actually, a third if we count being a stay-at-home mom, a role that will always hold a special place in my heart.
I feel called to share my story. Life has taken me down some difficult and unexpected paths, but each season has taught me something valuable. If sharing my experiences can bring hope, healing, or encouragement to even one person who may be struggling, then every word will be worth it.
My Hero...My Reason
The other day, I was in the middle of a workout when the instructor started talking about who her hero was when she was in second grade. She then asked, “Who was your hero when you were in second grade?”
The question stayed with me for several days.
At first, I couldn't think of anyone I would have considered my hero back then. First, I had to stop and think, How old are second graders anyway? Once I figured out they were about eight years old, I then had to determine what year I was in second grade.
The year was 1976.
Now, I know I'm dating myself for some of you, but facts are facts.
The first potential hero that came to mind was Lindsey Wagner. After all, she was The Bionic Woman. She was fast, strong, beautiful, and pretty much saved the world every Tuesday night.
Then there was Lynda Carter. Wonder Woman was an absolute badass to second-grade girls—and even some boys. She had long legs, perfect hair, and the coolest outfit ever. And let's not forget those bracelets that could ricochet bullets. Now that was hero material.
Still, the more I pondered the question, the more I realized who my true hero was in second grade—and for many years to follow.
Alice Marie Salerno was my hero.
Most of you just said, “Who?” while others are probably saying, “Absolutely!”
Alice was my mom. She was an incredible human being, and she was my hero… my reason.
As I continue to share my story, you'll hear more about my mom and the profound impact she had on my life. It won't take long to understand why she was my hero. I am grateful every day that God chose her to be my mother and gave me the gift of having her in my life.