My biggest idol
For me, an idol is not just an idol, it’s a hero. A person you can look up to and think, wauw, I want to be just like him/her when I grow up. And there is only one person I can think of. My idol is my grandpa. He was, is and will always be my hero. My grandfather was an admirable old man. His high bridge of the nose, broad forehead is just two things I will always remember, or that the lovely smile on his face, that no matter what always could but a smile on my face.
In an age of 19 he was a soldier in the Danish army doing the World War II, he fought for his country against the German army. I remember him talking about it, he didn’t like it, but when talked, it was kind of scary to hear some of the thing he had gone through. After the army he decided to settle down with his dearest love, my grandma. They found a farm outside Thisted and they brought to kinds into the world, my dad and aunt. When I was a little girl, my grandpa was my hero. I was a hundred percent sure of that he could do anything in the world, and he could. He make me stop crying when I fell down from a tree, he taught me how to braid, he taught me to ride a bike like I said, he could do anything in the world. I grew up and he was still my hero. When I was upset with my parents he was always the first one I called. He always knew what to said to make the whole situation better, how to make me feel better. But he got old too of cause and in august 2010 he passed away. It was a beautiful funeral and a beautiful sunny day.
Why he is my idol? Because he taught me that nothing was impossible, that I could do anything. The once said to me I quote, “don’t let anybody tell you that you can’t, because you can do anything in the world. Anything” I think of him sometimes, actually a lot. He was, is and will always be my hero, idol, my best friend. *