In March of 2011, there sat a kind hearted man, in a clean, shockingly white room, who had heard stories beyond comprehension. As the clocks on the wall ticked away time, doctors and nurses exchanged words almost silently, as if their secret wasn’t going to be heard in a few moments. The diagnosis was passed from one ear to the next till it rested upon the ears of the one it affected most. His time had come, the sweet soul wouldn’t last more than a few days. Calls were made immediately, one of his sons calling the other sons and daughter, announcing what they had all feared. Yet, he didn’t cry or ask why him, he never even complained about it. He smiled, laughed, and said his life had been good despite the trials. The people he’d met, the …show more content…
Who is this man, whose kind green/blue eyes resembled mine and that of my father? Why he was my grandfather, is my grandfather, forever within my heart. Aside from the family he loved, the friends he made, and the one he worshipped each day, my grandfather took pride in one thing. His job. Though his days of work had been over for twenty years, he frequently talked about his job-his career-his brand and what he did to achieve all his goals. “You are happier if you take pride in your …show more content…
One day, after she’d missed many days due to simply being upset with work, they sat down at a table to share a lunch, when the woman 's mother moped about life as a new mom and being poor. My grandfather informed her; she had lost her job, but not his friendship. She insisted that she didn’t need his friendship but absolutely needed her job. He replied that she had given up her job by not showing up. He would give her a week to find a new job, no more, no less. This may of seemed wrong and mean at the time; but my grandfather was holding her accountable for her actions while giving her time to fix her bad choices. That is what being Tough, but Fair is all about. The girl agreed and continued working. When her last day came, she thanked him, apologized, and walked out of the door and out of his life. Character has everything to do with integrity and the moral courage to do the right things all the time, which is what being Tough, but Fair, is all about. The young mother raised her three children with most of the ideals my grandfather explained to her in her youth. Thirty-plus years later, her family still gave him the credit for teaching them how to live life in a Tough, but Fair way, and passed that renewed logic back into his family and many
Terry knew that aches and pains are common in athlete’s lives. At the end of his first year of university there was a new pain in his knee. One morning Terry woke up to see that he could no longer stand up. A week later Terry found out that it was not just an ache he had a malignant tumor; his leg would have to be cut off six inches above the knee. Terry’s doctor told him that he had a chance of living but the odds were fifty to seventy percent. He also said that he should be glad it happened now fore just 2 years ago the chance of living was fifteen percent. The night before his operation a former coach brought Terry a magazine featuring a man who ran a marathon after a similar operation. Terry didn’t want to do something small if he was going to do something he was going to do it big. "I am competitive" Terry said, "I’m a dreamer. I like challenges. I don’t give up. When I decided to do it, I knew it was going to be all out. There was no in between Terry’s sixteen month follow up he saw all the young people suffering and getting weak by the disease. He never forgot what he saw and felt burdened to thoughts that died to run this marathon. He was one of the lucky one in three people to survive in the cancer clinics. Terry wrote asking for sponsorship " I could not leave knowing that these faces and feelings would still be here even though I would be set free of mine, s...
By definition, my grandfather is handicapped. However, he doesn't act as though he is, and he certainly does not want to be treated in any special way.
Motivation is perhaps the most valuable aspect to one’s personality, and its something that I believe you are born with. I support the idea that what you’ve got in your blood really does make who you are. Thats why I always take pride in representing my family and our heritage. Being brought up by dad, a classic Italian, I guess you could say I am a proud individual and I have got a decent set of morals. The Firenzi family, has gone through their fair share of trials and tribulations to end up where we are today.
One fateful day at the end of June in 1998 when I was spending some time at home; my mother came to me with the bad news: my parent's best friend, Tommy, had been diagnosed with brain cancer. He had been sick for some time and we all had anxiously been awaiting a prognosis. But none of us were ready for the bumpy roads that lay ahead: testing, surgery, chemotherapy, nausea, headaches, and fatigue. Even loud music would induce vomiting. He just felt all around lousy.
...o everyday use, such as Mama and Maggie have rightly done. Both of these short stories express the importance of standing up for what is right, regardless that one’s action may go unnoticed or that one may be faced with the difficult decision of choosing one daughter over the other. A person’s integrity and character develops every time a person stands up for what he or she believes in. Standing up for what is right is a good deed, and people should always stand firm for what is right because despite the possible losses, there is much more to be gained. .
When I go to sleep at night, do you care? Do you even miss us? Your bottles and mistress I need to know, I need to know why are you walking away. Was it something I did? Did I make a mistake? I was raised by my mother for the majority of my infant years the reason is because my father left before I was born. He went missing for a few years and we didn’t know how he was or if he even was alive, I remember thinking to myself, if my father ever thought of us while he was “missing”. One faithful day out of the blue we received an old crusted letter and it was from my father stating that he was no longer in Mexico and was inside the United States. “What on Earth was he doing there”, I thought to myself. Over the course of my beginning years I didn’t
This poem made me feel sad when I read it. The author of the poem shared a lot of information about him that many medical professional would not considered needing to know about a patient. At the same time, those information is so important in order to best treat and heal someone.
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
The AIDS hospice reeked from disease and neglect. On my first day there, after an hour of "training," I met Paul, a tall, emaciated, forty-year-old AIDS victim who was recovering from a stroke that had severely affected his speech. I took him to General Hospital for a long-overdue appointment. It had been weeks since he had been outside. After waiting for two and a half hours, he was called in and then needed to wait another two hours for his prescription. Hungry, I suggested we go and get some lunch. At first Paul resisted; he didn't want to accept the lunch offer. Estranged from his family and seemingly ignored by his friends, he wasn't used to anyone being kind to him - even though I was only talking about a Big Mac. When it arrived, Paul took his first bite. Suddenly, his face lit up with the biggest, most radiant smile. He was on top of the world because somebody bought him a hamburger. Amazing. So little bought so much. While elated that I had literally made Paul's day, the neglect and emotional isolation from which he suffered disgusted me. This was a harsh side of medicine I had not seen before. Right then and there, I wondered, "Do I really want to go into medicine?"
“For Many in the U.S, Grandparents are a Family Safety Net.” reads an August 2011 headline published by the Press Herald. This has proven true over and over again as grandparents are often considered the “glue “that holds the family together. These patriarch/matriarchs (regardless of age) offer priceless advice, leadership, and comfort in crisis situations. Their life experience, witt, and wisdom make for essential elements of the family unit. These individuals wear a variety of hats. In many situations, grandparents are forced; not by law but by affection and personal moral to take on the role as the primary caretaker of the child. This can be referred to as “kindship care “, a term describing the raising of an adolescent by close
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.
It’s hard to imagine all the events that led up to ourselves coming into the world or at least it is hard to some people. When I think about all my ancestors that had to survive all the things I read about in textbooks it’s a miracle we are all here. Trying to learn about all the people in my family’s tree was interesting to know how my ancestors came about, what they did, and how long they lived. I learned mostly about my mother’s side of the family who have lived and flourished in andrews, texas where I am from. I haven’t done anything great yet but I am hoping when my grandchildren have to write about me they have something awesome to write about and will think I did something good with my life.
What does phenomenal mean to you? One dictionary states phenomenal means very remarkable. My great grandmother was a very sophisticated and remarkable woman. Phenomenal should have been her first name, because that she was. My great grandmother was a rare breed; many do not come like that anymore. Memories of my great grandmother take me to a happy place, and hold a special place in my heart.
Has anyone ever asked you: “Who is most important to you”? To me the most wonderful mother in my life, no one can replace her in my heart. My mother, who is very nice and gentle, helps me and has always been there for me when I need her. My mother loves me very much. She is strict and educated me to become a good person. I can’t say how much love her. I am grateful to her because she gave me birth, brings me love and helped me grow up. But you know she just takes care of me a lot. Every day she tells me the same words. If you were me, you would feel very tired. I am a very happy child having my mother. I feel too tired to listen to her words, but imagine one day I don’t see her any longer and listen to her voice. What would I feel?
I was assigned to do an autobiography for an English class. It took me some time to think about the stuff and things that have influenced my life. I thought about my life for a while. So to get things started I’m going to talk about the most influential man I ever got the privilege to meet, My Grandpa. Ed Hansen: My grandpa was the coolest guy ever.