No One Is Coming To Save You

No One Is Coming To Save You

One thing I see a lot of in our society is a growing number of people hoping for someone else to help them achieve their dreams. People want a knight in shining armor to come and rescue them. You read about it in fairy-tale books and see it in movies and on TV as well. This grandiose fantasy that someone (usually a strong-willed and successful man) will come and sweep you off your feet and solve all of your problems.

And so many of us are brought up with this notion that it’s not possible for us to be our own hero.

Well, I’ve got news for you.

You can be your own damn hero.

And you can start right now.

A few days ago, I read an inspiring article about this very subject written by the immensely talented Shannon Ashley. Shannon wrote about her personal experiences growing up with a Mother who always seemed to expect someone else to be the hero of her life and rescue their family. Reading the article hit me right in my soul. Shannon’s article resonated with me so much that it inspired me to write this piece for all of you.

Here is Shannon’s article if you would like to read it for yourself.

And now for my own personal experiences…

My experiences with my parents and how they raised me are completely different from Shannon’s experiences with her Mother.

I was raised by two hard-working immigrant parents from South India.

My dad rarely complained about working 70–90 hours a week for the entirety of my childhood.

I never once heard my parents pointing the finger at anyone else and blaming anyone else for our financial situation. My parents both have a tremendous amount of pride and they always held themselves accountable for why we were living the type of lifestyle we were living.

My dad worked a ton of hours because he wanted to ensure that our family could live in a decent neighborhood and that we wouldn’t starve. My younger sister and I were able to go to decent public schools because of him working all those hours and making sacrifices for us.

While my dad worked his fingers to the bone, my mom ran the household. Mom made sure my sister Ashley and I were always ready for school on time, had food to eat, and clean clothes to wear. My mom was unbelievably kind and nurturing towards us when we were kids (she still is).

Even at a young age, I was always taught that nobody was coming to save me. I was raised to be the man of the house at a young age. I can still remember several times when my dad would tell me that if anything ever happened to him, that it was my responsibility to take care of my mom and sister.

The value of family was the fabric that held all of us together.

My parents taught me that.

My parents also showed me day in and day out that if you are willing to work hard, you can achieve anything in life. They both came to a new country and started new lives. Neither one of them had much money or resources when they first came to America over 30 years ago and yet they were able to provide my sister and me with a lot more than they ever had when they were growing up.

They became their own heroes and they expected Ashley and me to do the same. We were never allowed to look to someone else to save the day for us.

That’s why I ran lemonade stands when I was a kid. It’s the same reason why I spent my Summers doing chores for my neighbors so I could earn extra money and why I volunteered to shovel other people’s driveways in the Winter. I hated shoveling snow but I would’ve rather shoveled my neighbor’s driveway for $5 than ask my dad for that $5.

I didn’t want my dad to be my hero, I needed to be own. I wanted to earn my own way, just like he did. That’s how I was expected to live.

And now at the age of 31, I work a full-time day job, write/maintain my Blog, and mentor other Aspiring Bloggers.

I also have the pleasure of running this fantastic publication alongside the ultra-talented Brian Brewington.

When I have a few extra moments on the weeknights and weekends I will also be doing more freelance writing work for a couple of content marketing websites as well.

My wedding is next month on March 9th, so my fiancee and I have been making our last-minute preparations for the big day as well.

Yes, it’s a busy and hectic life I live but I’m trying to be my own hero.

And if I can do all this and make a better life for myself, then so can you.

Stop blaming the economy, the President, the housing market, your friends, your parents, or anyone else whose fault you think it is.

All of those things are out of your control. I can’t help how the job market is going to be tomorrow, and neither can you.

But what me and you can control is our ability to hold ourselves accountable.

Start holding yourself accountable for your actions.

Be your own damn hero.

Other articles of mine:

When was a time you were your own hero?



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