My plan to do a selfless act aims at my grandmother because even though I show her love by doing selfless acts, I do the least of them for her. She took care of me when I was a baby and we would do everything together. Things like grocery shopping, playing card games, and going to the park, but know I have gotten older and don’t have as much time to spend with her. I think we both miss having each other’s company. I have been watching what she does and I have noticed that she works all day in my house cooking, cleaning, and taking care of me. She generally cooks two to three of the meals for us five and makes them delicious. She also cleans the dishes, clothes, and the floors of my 1800 square feet house with twelve rooms in total. Most importantly she takes care of me all the time when I am sick and when I am not. She had a knee replacement, a problem with her leg that makes it swollen, and is sixty five years old, which is a considerably old age, but she still does all this work. I haven’t really shown my appreciation as much as I should.
After observing what she does for me and everyone in my house I decided that I will help her around the house with everything she needs to do for an hour or longer if she needs me. I will be helping her when she cooks dinner and cleans clothes after I get home from school. I want to do this because she could use lots of help and could take a break. I think she will be grateful that I helped her do all this work and that she doesn’t have to walk around as much. She will also be appreciative of the time I took to help her.
I will be sacrificing an hour and a half or more of my time. This is a substantial amount of time that I usually use to complete my homework, study, practice piano, and rea...
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...n the stairs, sorting all the clothes in the different closets was very physically tiring, even for a twelve year old boy. Then later we worked on cooking the dinner of cabbage, soup, grilled chicken, and salmon, that she had planned. We washed and cut the vegetables together. While we were doing that she made jokes about how I didn’t do the tasks correctly. We had so much fun because we were cooking, talking, and laughing. After we were finished making dinner, I felt accomplished about what I made. We gave each other a hug because we realized that we enjoy each other’s company and that we had fun. Then she thanked me for all the work I helped her with and I felt uplifted and joyful because I got to help her and more importantly spent time with her. I never realized how hard her job was and my grandmother and I had a surprisingly enjoyable time cleaning and cooking.
Another one of her chores is to help with picking up after herself. You might say this is silly. Is this really even a chore? Yes! This will help teach her to contribute. Every little bit helps, especially in the fast paced world that we live in today. I am a working mom/wife that is also in school. I do not have time to pick up after everyone like I used to; when I did not have any children and was not going to school. So everyone contributing helps a great deal. Ms. Smiley states that, “good work is not the work we assign chi...
My grandmother has a certain look in her eyes when something is troubling her: she stares off in a random direction with a wistful, slightly bemused expression on her face, as if she sees something the rest of us can’t see, knows something that we don’t know. It is in these moments, and these moments alone, that she seems distant from us, like a quiet observer watching from afar, her body present but her mind and heart in a place only she can visit. She never says it, but I know, and deep inside, I think they do as well. She wants to be a part of our world. She wants us to be a part of hers. But we don’t belong. Not anymore. Not my brothers—I don’t think they ever did. Maybe I did—once, a long time ago, but I can’t remember anymore. I love my grandmother. She knows that. I know she does, even if I’m never able to convey it adequately to her in words.
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
Even forms of human beings preforming selfless acts derives from ones desire to help others, which in a way makes that person feel importance. Blessed Teresa of Calcutta, better known as Mother Teresa, devoted her life to helping those in great need. To many these acts may appear as selfless and gallant acts that are not performed by anyone with any type of ego. Yet when taking a psychological look at why she performed such acts they may appear a somewhat more for herself. Every time anyone does anything, even when for someone else, they are doing it for some type of feeling that they experience. With the holiday season approaching, there will be a specific emphasis on giving unlike any other time of the year. We give yes to show gratitude for someone we love, but also to experience the joy in seeing someone enjoy something they them self-caused. Even while being selfless humans have the unique ability to still be doing something that involves caring for them self. This outlook toward the human condition completely debunks Wolf’s claim that “when caring about yourself you are living as if you are the center of the universe.” When choosing to do anything positive or negative, for others or for yourself, you are still taking your self-interest into consideration, making it
As I put her slippers on her feet, it feels like I am dressing a cold doll. My mother begins styling my grandmothers hair and asks me to tweeze my grandmothers’ eyebrows when I am done with the task I am currently working on. The process of preparing my grandmother’s body for the viewing seems to be relaxing for my mother. I then realize this will be the last time she gets to do my grandmother’s hair.
I went to school tired from listening to my parents conversation at two in the morning. I had a great day. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to hear the argueing. When I got home. My grandmother was at our house. I thought it was very strange. My grandmother never came over unless she was dropping off clothes or something. So I knew she was there for a reason and it wasn’t going to be good.
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
One night, a young girl by the name of Heather went to the nursing home with her mother where she worked for the very first time. Her mother was a nurse there and had found out she could bring Heather to work with her so she came along. It was there that Heather had met a sweet old lady with dementia whom she had had the pleasure of knowing for a few short months, but in a few short months she learned a lot. She would come with her mother as often as she could so she could sit with the old lady. She got to do things for the old lady like brush her hair and wheel her down the hall in her wheelchair and just sit
Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
I have a lot of cousins; therefore I am not the only grandchild for my grandparents. However, I was the only one that was raised by my grandparents. They spent the most of their times on me compared to my other cousins. For example, I slept with my grandma when I was young. Because of my body was weak, and my hands and feet usually cool all night, my grandma always held my hands and feet to make my body warm. She was told me fairy-tales or real stories at night when I was sick, because she wanted me to feel better. When I was little girl, on the family trip, grandpa always carried me, because he didn’t want me to walk too long. Living without the parent, it made me sad but my grandparents given too much love on
In life many of us experience what it is like to be hurt by those we hold dear. As a young girl I saw this first hand that generally the people we hold the closest actually end up being the people that hurt us the most. You expect more from them and their actions affect you on a deeper level the people you hold to a different standard from your loved ones. My grandmother taught me through the hardships she experienced what it mean to be a genuinely selfless person. My grandmother showed me the best way to live is by ensuring the happiness of loved ones even when they have wronged you
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
Two years ago today my great grandmother passed away from old age and suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. Although all of my memories with her are vague, I will never forget the happiness that emanated from her when you were around her. Even in her last days, when she could barely remember her own children, you never saw her without a smile on her face. And that to me is something that I will carry with me for as long as I
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
Being around her I was always nurtured and felt much love, I felt safe. My grandmother presence has affected me in a positive way. I feel as though the effects are great; my learning experience is one that sacrificed for anything. She continues to inspire me to become successful and finish college no matter what. My grandmother is a business lady and someday soon I will have a business of my own. I have learned so much from my grandmother; I can take these lessons and have a bright, rich and successful future because of them. I have received so much love from her and I thank her for that each and every day. It’s not a day that goes by that we don’t speak and every day she inspires me to do better and push harder in my studies. I really appreciate everything that she has taught me and I have nothing but the up-most respect for this lady…Selena