My Ultimate Hero

February 11, 2006 by in category Blogs tagged as with 5 and 0
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By Sandy Brown

My husband, Bob, is my ultimate hero. When I tell him this he acts embarrassed, but I can see the slight puffing up of his chest. Whenever I’m writing and need to figure out how my hero should react to a given situation, all I have to do is think of Bob. For thirty-three years he’s been by my side supporting me when I’m down, laughing with me when I’m up.

Bob will be the first to admit that he was not blessed with a silver tongue, but there are occasions when he manages, seemingly without his knowledge, to say something that simply melts me. Looking back over the years I can think of many incidents when he’s shown his love for me through word or deed. One time sticks out in my mind, though, because of its poignancy and timing.

A few years ago, I was diagnosed with three aneurysms on the carotid arteries in my head. Any surgery is frightening, but knowing they are going to drill through your skull and move your brain around to reach the aneurysms is completely terrifying.

There’s something about having three brain surgeries within five months that defines your life afterwards. Everything is divided into pre-aneurysms and post-aneurysms.

I have to tell you by the end of that five month time span I was pretty well worn out. The length of the recovery period and the exhaustion factor is unbelievable. Plus—put this image in your mind—my hair was shaved in a two-inch swath on both sides of my head from the center of my forehead down to the tops of my ears. I certainly did not look like our typical heroine. Unless, of course, you’re writing Goth! The half-shaved look might fit into that frame.

Bob sat by my bed in the hospital everyday, all day. Each time I opened my eyes there he was letting me know by the strength of his presence that everything was okay.

One day after I came home I must have been feeling blue, because I remember Bob looking at me with that expression of tender love men can get when they don’t realize it. He said, “You know, honey, I thought I was losing you. But, every time you opened your eyes in the hospital and saw me, you always smiled. That was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Wow! It gives me goose bumps just retelling my story! Is it any wonder that I love to write Romance when I live every day of my life with Bob, my ultimate hero?

Sandy Brown
Ways & Means Director, 2006


  • Anonymous
    on February 24, 2006

    I love your story and I agree with you completely. Bob is an “ultimate hero”! Remember, I was at your wedding 33 years ago and have seen, first hand, the love grow between my two favorite friends. May God continue to bless you both!

  • Anonymous
    on February 20, 2006

    What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing…Vicki C.

  • Anonymous
    on February 12, 2006

    He sounds like a strong and wonderful man who loves you like nothin’ else. That is my *favorite* kind of romance. 🙂

  • Anonymous
    on February 12, 2006

    You’re right, Sandy–Bob is definitely a hero. And I got goosebumps just reading your story. Thanks for telling us about him.


  • Anonymous
    on February 12, 2006

    Oh, what a hero! Telling you that the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen was every time you opened your eyes–oh, how that just made me melt.

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