SonicEveryone  has heroes.  Someone they look up to or someone who influenced them in their life.  My hero is Sonic The Hedgehog.  What makes Sonic so awesome to me?  

Back in 1993, I was given a 50/50 chance that I would live after doctors at my local hospital discovered a benign brain tumor after I began to get very sick.  The choice was mine.  I could risk my life to have the surgery or take an even bigger chance and not have it at all.  There was a slight chance I could have the surgery and be ok.  But at the time the tumor was found, it was very close to spreading through my whole body and being potentially fatal.  The doctors let me make the choice to have the surgery.  Not them, not my parents, only me.  So I did.  I and the surgery and it was a success!  More of a success: there was no more tumor!  They got it all out!  After my surgery, I still had my memory and could answer everything the doctor asked.  I could feel, I could smell, taste, see, hear and touch.  The doctors proclaimed me a miracle child!  I couldn’t be any happier.  

But my happiness wasn’t to last.  I had to learn to walk again.  I had to learn everything again I learned as a baby, and it was a nightmare.  But the worst nightmare came w hen I had to go back to school.  I was bullied badly.  I had trouble walking and my coordination skills were terrible, that that was part of my recovery and kids in school refused to understand

While my doctors noticed my poor hand-eye coordination skills and heard about my getting bullied they suggested my parents get me something to work on my skills at home and distract me.  But what?  Would my improved coordination help me with the bullies or boost my self esteem?  I didn’t know anything that could help me.

One day, I didn’t want to go to school because I was scared of the bullies so I went shopping with my parents.  I liked to go to the electronic section to see the TVs and computers.  But this time something caught my eye.  A shiny black gaming system called Sega Genesis.  When I looked up from the tv to see what game was on, it was Sonic the Hedgehog.  What a strange but fun looking character, I thought.  VERY different from any other game I played.  When I first held the controller I had difficulty holding it and hitting the buttons.  But I was really enjoying the game even though I wasn’t good at it. My dad bought it for me because he said I looked very happy.  Soon something else made me happy. I discovered the TV shows of Sonic The Hedgehog! Then I discovered the comics and how happy they made me! When I was in school being bullied, I read my comics.  Even when the bullies made me cry, I didn’t cry too long. I knew when I got home Sonic was there for me! I had the comics, the TV show and the games. I recovered much faster and I have Sonic to thank for that. Even though bullies made fun of me more when they found out about Sonic, in my life I didn’t care. I hear so many sad stories of kids who are bullied, with heartbreaking results.

To me Sonic is more than just some cute, blue video game that I fell in love with in 1993. He was my friend when nobody else was. He made me laugh whenever I was sad, or had a bad day in school. He gave me confidence in myself when bullies brought me down for being disabled. He’s my hero and still is and forever will be!