Brad Heiges

My hero is my dad. I’ve known him since forever. He grew up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He has an older brother that’s a year and two days older than him. He’s told me a lot of funny stories, like Spud the Potato and The Hole in the Basement story. When he was little his dad bought a cow at an auction that they kept at his aunt’s farm. He’s a spinal cord and neck surgeon at Tattnall County, St. Josephs Candler, Southeastern Orthopedic Center and whatever hospital needs him. He’s a great doctor and a great dad.

My dad is my hero because he’s done the most fun things with me. Like when I was 2 and we were in Rochester, New York, whenever he got home from work we would pour a bowl of cereal and eat it until I had to go to bed. Another time we would take a big bowl of berries, 2 lawn chairs and our tub of blocks. We would close the garage doors, eat and build until my mom got mad at my dad for giving me a soft drink. He also tells me really funny stories about all kinds of junk. So does his mom! He’s taught me lots of lessons like if you hit your brother with a plastic cowboy rope he will slam the door in your face. He taught me about wine and how to tell what’s in it. Dad has gone to a lot of cool places and I get a lot of cool t-shirts. Dad is the guy to have around.

He’s similar to the Greek gods because he’s strong, smart and willing to do some odd stuff. He tells a lot of odd jokes that only adults really understand and lets me stay on the roof. He’s different from the Greek gods because he’s not immortal. He also does the normal stuff dads are supposed to do like let his son play doctor on him, drive the jet skis really fast and play pointless games with us. I love my dad and he’s not easy to replace, trust me.