Recently, one of my friends asked me who was my hero? I remember back when I was younger, I would answer back with a "Michael Jordan " or a " Sir Edmond Hillary ". However, times have changed. I have grown. As has my knowledge of the real world. With growth, I have gone thrown failure and success, ups and down.
But at last I know, I can name my true hero. They compete on all levels with the greats of the world. They may not be a Einstein or a Pele, but to me, they will forever be my hero. You ask me who my hero is, well, it's simple. They are my parents. If people don't know me, they will ask the question, why your parents? Let me answer that in the simplest fashion possible.
I was born in Fiji in a very remote place called Labasa on Vanua Levu. Not the main island called Viti Levu but the other one that not many tourist go to. We moved to Suva and my memories of Labasa are dim at best. We moved to Suva the capital and with his job and career prospects, we saw Nadi, the international airport is there. During the first coup, we lost a lot in it and had to move to New Zealand. I was still a little shit than but New Zealand opened my eyes like it would never have happened in Fiji.
My Father left Fiji before us to set up shop in New Zealand , looking for a job etc. My mum with six children in tow took a plan to New Zealand around 6 weeks later. With little or no money, All eight of us shared a room at my Aunties house. A experience i would never forget. We didn't have enough money between us to catch a bus or train to the local town, things were very tight, so we walked. My father took a job at the bank and my mum took a job at the nursing home. Both walked tirelessly to make a better life for myself and brothers and sisters. We worked after school sometimes juggling different jobs, including a paper route or milk run. We even took a job at the local supermarket. Times were tough.
With time and hard work, our conditions improved in New Zealand. We are all away to different parts of the world chasing our dreams. But we can never forget the how we got here to this point. My friends are chasing there dream with
Apple Hotel and they all had a similar start as me. My story may not be unique or inspiring however when I asked the question who is your hero, give some thought to your parents and the sacrifice they make. I want to take the time to thank my Mum for always cooking my favorite food when i'm home and going out of her way to do so. Happy Mothers Day
