...My grandfather Demi All through my childhood, there are many things about my grandfather and me that I cannot forget. My grandfather has a medium height and his clear black eyes contrasted nicely with his olive tone. There was a kindness in those eyes, and they always showed his in every emotion. My grandfather let me had a sweet childhood even though I did not grew up with my parents. When I was 5 years old, my parents decided to send me to my grandfather’s house, because they were too busy with their work to take care of me. That time was the third time I saw my grandfather because we didn’t live in same city. Therefore I was clinging to my parents thighs, I cried and shouted ask them to promise to stay. Finally, they still left even though I begged. After my parents had already left, I looked at my grandfather’s face with sobbing. At first glance, I felt my grandfather has a bad temper because he looked very serious and severe although he was angry about my parents were not responsible for me. I didn’t remember how long I cried. I just remember I followed my grandfather to my bedroom that had pink wallpaper. I stood by the bed and looked as he tidied up my stuff and asked me what kind of food I wanted to eat for dinner. At that moment I could not stop crying, so I didn’t say a word. I was sobbing. He looked at me and had a sigh, and then he left me alone. I forgot how long I slept, when I woke up and went to the living room. My grandfather sat there and watched the TV news...
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...Everyone has a person in their lives that has inspired and in many ways shaped who you are today. My grandfather's name is John D. Bergeron he is a broad man, who stands roughly five foot six at one-hundred and ninety pounds. He is currently still with us today and moves with purpose, carrying himself with respect. My papa as I like to call him is a strong man and all who know him would say the same. The first thing you would notice is his enormous inner strength, and huge heart.When I was a kid I spent most of my time at my papas since the adults were off at work. For me my grandfather become my mentor, somebody I look up to and have the upmost respect for. when I was younger he taught me how to draw and later down the road how to paint. we would go all around Dartmouth and New Bedford to sketch at places such as Fort Taber, Fort Pheonix, and even the Whaling Museum. What amazes me is that he has never graduated from the eighth grade yet knows more than anybody I know. We like to say he is a jack of all trades master of none. In other words his lack of education doesn't show he can do anything from carpeting, wood work, art, even fixing cars you name it and he can probably do it. He went to work straight out of the eighth grade to help support his mother to put food on the table, this is something that I find admirable. Asides from being my mentor in art he managed to teach me many life lessons in which I wish to bring with me into the field I...
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...A Courageous Grandfather A person whom I admire so much in my life and is Certainly Courageous in my eyesight is my Grandfather ,Mr. Roy W. Locklear. At the age of 60yrs old adopted an infant who was born into this world to be left behind at a hospital in Huston Texas. My grandfather also suffers from Pelvic cancer and still seams to hold a smile on his face and say to me, ”Karrie, Everything is fine, when I know that its not. Last but least, He is the backbone of our family. Our family lost two nephews in the past five years and my grandfather has still stood strong and held the family together. On March 5,2001 I went over to visit with my Grandfather for supper. As I walked in the door sat my grandfather holding a newborn child and I said to my self maybe it was someone who was visiting child. So as I sat down in the chair next to him I asked, “Papa Roy whose baby is this, and he replies “Well Baby He is Mine and your grandmothers.” I sat there with this lost look on my face as he began to explain. My Grandfather has ran a construction crew for over 50+ years, and has helped people all of his life. He explained to me that He had a Hispanic lady that worked on the job and he began to notice that the lady was pregnant. He explains to the lady on the job that day that she can not be working on the job lifting heavy machinery and she pregnant. The lady explains to my grandfather that she had just gained some weight and that he was mistaken that she wasn’t pregnant. So she continues...
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...few moments to talk about my great grandfather Berlye Kinley. He is now ninety-one years of age and is a World War II veteran. In 1942 he stormed the shores of Utah Beach in present day France on “D Day”. I grew up listening to all of his adventures such as when he was hovered by a tank while in a “man hole”; however, he was not injured. The most exciting story he told was when him and a friend was walking up a dirt road in Germany and a sniper shot his buddy and was killed instantly; however my grandfather dived into a ditch to avoid being shot and/or killed. My Grandfather has been a very inspiring man in my life and has had a big impact on my family. He was faced with disturbing news last summer when my great grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer and later developed pneumonia due to other complications and passed away; along with my grandmother just a few years earlier. These were two very important people in his life. After these series of events he has been living a completely new life; which also impacted me because I have been privileged to see him more often. I am currently concerned about his health, he has recently had his pacemaker removed due to infection and is struggling to survive. I pray that he will live through these hardships that have come about in his life today, and that God almighty will watch over him and protect him, but if it is his will to take him, “so be it”. He would’ve answered my prayers. In closing my grandfather has been a great man in...
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...My Grandfather – A Commemorative Speech Some people leave this earth without their names being immortalized in history books, but that does not mean that they are forgotten. They are remembered by their friends and family. And some special people are remembered by people they hardly knew. My grandfather was one of those people. My grandfather was a special man. What made him special? Why will he be remembered by not only friends and family but also by small acquaintances? It was because he was a very selfless and compassionate man. He put everyone before himself in every situation. This was a man who worked three jobs at a time to support his wife and six children. He struggled most of his life to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. But he did so with a positive attitude and a smile on his face. He didn’t just speak of compassion. Often he would let his children’s friends stay with them when their parents couldn’t keep them in their own home for various reasons. And though he wasn’t a rich man, he provided them with a roof over their head and food on the table, the same as he would do his own family. These children will remember the man who took them in when they had nowhere else to go. And he did not just speak of courage. He was enlisted in the U.S. Navy during World War II. Often he would treat me to stories of when he saved fellow shipmates from being thrown overboard in the middle of a typhoon. And when he pulled into the port of Nagasaki and saw the...
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...The Influence my Grandfather had on my Career Field, Criminal Justice Have you ever lost someone that was so important to you, that you just didn’t really know where your life would go from there? Well I lost my best friend, my Grandfather. He and I did absolutely everything together, and he is the reason why I’m studying Criminal Justice. My Grandfather was a police officer for fifty-two years. And he always told me to strive for my dreams, and never let anyone or anything stop me or hold me back. Before he passed away, he told me that he knew I was sad and I didn’t want to lose him. So he Proceeded to tell me how strong, smart, and determined I was. Then asked me what I truly wanted to do with my life and my future. So I told him that I wanted to follow in his footsteps. He smiled at me and said “I love you Ang, and if that is what you truly want to do, I will be with you, and guide you through your endeavors.” After he passed away, I slipped into a depressed state, and I missed a lot of school. Then one day, I woke up and it felt like a burst of confidence swept over me. I knew at that moment, it was my Grandfather telling me not to worry about him anymore, that he was in a better place where he didn’t suffer or hurt anymore. So I started going back to school, and graduated High School with a 3.6 GPA because I knew I could do and be anything in this world, because I had my Guardian Angel looking over me from Heaven. When I first started at Sinclair, I was weary at first...
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...Actually... Santa Claus is my grandfather! *The following story is purely based on my imagination. :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Present 1 (it just means chapter 1, instead of writing chap 1, I feel this is more interesting? XD ) 'Will you be my queen, princess?' he spoke with so much love and gentleness, it could melt any girl's heart. Yes! I longed to say yes. I don't really know why but I just have this feeling that I have to say yes. However, the sad thing is that I can only see a black silhouette of this 'king' or 'prince' kneeling in front of me. I couldn't see his face. 'Yes,' I whispered lightly and at the same time, I could feel blood gushed to my cheeks. He rose from his knee and lifted my chin to face him. As he leaned closer toward me, my heart was pounding rapidly against my ribcage. Of course, I am nervous and excited because I haven't had my first kiss yet. Hey! Don't you dare to laugh at me! I am just waiting for the right person to appear at the right moment for the one and only first kiss. Every girl has her right to dream. :P I closed my eyes and anticipated the moment where our lips touched. It was soft.... Wet and sticky... Hold on a minute! Wet and sticky??!! Eww!! This was superb freaking, disgusting and totally wasn't what I had expected. 'Rise and shine, dearie!' a sweet and warm voice called out. This voice sound...
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...American history. Many people black and white experienced the hatred, violence, verbal abuse and the anger and frustration it created. No one man or women had the same experience and no one can tell you better than someone who was there. The person who I interviewed was my grandfather, Willie B. Lofton Sr. He went through the Civil Rights Movement along with his friends and family. The movement brought forward hard times for more than half his life. Here is the story of the movement through my grandfather eyes. 1. What event or time in history did you experience? Grandfather: D-Day, Vietnam, Malcom X, Martin Luther King and JFK’s assignation. The boycotts, segregation and integration, the right to vote, the first television, the first...
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...Summary An international bestseller—the extraordinary memoir of a German-Nigerian woman who learns that her grandfather was the brutal Nazi commandant depicted in Schindler’s List. My Grandfather Would Have Shot Me is Teege’s searing chronicle of grappling with her haunted past. Her research into her family takes her to Poland and to Israel. Award-winning journalist Nikola Sellmair supplies historical context in a separate, interwoven narrative. Step by step, horrified by her family’s dark history, Teege builds the story of her own liberation. (Goodreads) Review Growing up in post-war Germany, particularly as an adopted child of Nigerian and German descent, was a difficult row to hoe. Add to this that the complexity of feeling an innate sense...
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...Ironically, it was my Cuban grandfather, Abuelo Lazo, who instilled in me a staunch American patriotism at a young age. His visits were filled by history books about Thomas Jefferson and stories from Cuba. He inspired me to strive to be a public servant and contribute to his America. I volunteered for political campaigns and loved American history at a young age. His idea of what America should be was further propagated through the traditions and values taught at my Cuban-American, Catholic, all-boys, prep high school. I did well in school, and joined the Model U.N. team where I was exposed for the first time to international relations and political discussion. There were certain social expectations: to marry a white, Cuban, Catholic girl,...
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...a relationship, the failure of a friendship, or even the loss of a pet. When you are unsure if someone will come back in your life, it can be hard and frustrating. Have you had someone walk out of your life and leave you unsure if they were coming back? Has someone ever left this earth for good and went home to the Lord, leaving you to sit and wonder how and when you will see them again? A period of loss was something different for me. It changed me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Ever since I was eight years old my grandfather had been sick he had been in and out of the hospital. Once he lived at home in a hospital bed. He couldn’t go to the bathroom by his self and he couldn’t feed his self. So of course my grandmother had to do everything for him. The last time he went to the hospital, the nurses had asked my grandmother would she like to put him in a nursing home. When my grandfather was in and out of the hospital he said to me “Pumpkin Grandfather will be leaving soon to go home with the Lord.”...
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...“A Handful of Dates” The Story “A Handful of Dates” by Tayeb Salih is about a boy whose feelings for his grandfather were changing little by little. First the boy loved his grandfather. He liked to spend a lot of time with him because he felt his grandfather was a perfect person with a pure heart. Also, he wanted to be like his grandfather in the future. The boy and the grandfather had a neighbor named Masood who his grandfather didn’t like. The boy felt curious about what happened with his neighbor, but when the boy asked his grandfather about Masood, the grandfather said bad things about him. After that, the boy realized that Masood was a person with happiness and he remembered his beautiful voice. That’s why he started to change his mind about his grandfather because he realized his grandfather was not what he thought. Throughout the story, the boy learned what he saw and believe was not always true and sometimes people are not how you imagine. At the beginning of the story, the boy loved his grandfather. He admired and looked up to his grandfather. He wanted to be just like him. The boy says, “The strange thing was that I never used to go out with my father, rather, it was my grandfather takes me with him wherever he went.” (P.2) This shows, the relationship between the boy and his grandfather,. The boy loved to go where grandfather takes him to because the boy liked him so much. For another example, the boy says, I loved him and would imagine myself, when I grew to...
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...In my country, most elderly people dote on their children; on the contrary, my grandfather was an unusual person. He didn't like talking and he lived alone. Seldom did he care for his children. When they had their own family, I thought my grandfather did not like his grandchildren. However, my idea totally changed after one event. When I was 7-years old, my grandfather presented me with a couple of Holland Lop rabbits. When we raised the rabbits together, I found not only my grandfather's wisdom and patience, but also the love between us. It was the Chinese spring festival, the household would celebrate together and the older generation would generally give some gifts to the younger. Instead of the lucky money, which was a very normal gift in my eyes, my grandfather presented two Holland Lop rabbits to me. I was so surprised and extremely happy. My grandfather said, "When I first saw them, I thought of you. I knew you would like them because of their super small size and their natural gentle disposition." Admittedly, I liked the rabbits very much. They had black eyes and small ears. One of the rabbits was white and brown, another was grey. I was curious about why they were called Lop rabbits. My grandfather told me that their ears would grow downward, and the weight of these kind of rabbits was between 2 to 2.5 kg. For the next several days, we raised the rabbits together and I found that my grandfather was a patient and careful person. We bought a large rabbit cage and...
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...I was doing my homework in my room. Suddenly, I heard my grandmother shouting and calling for my dad and my other uncles. I got really scared and wondered what was happening. As my family members and I got into the room, I saw that my grandfather was lying on the bed and my grandmother was holding my grandfather’s hand. I quickly got up on the bed and took my grandfather’s head on to my lap. I felt that my grandfather was taking big breaths. He wasn’t saying anything. I was holding him and crying. I wasn’t sure what to do. I told my grandfather that the doctor was coming, everything was going to be all right, and he was going to be well soon. When the doctor came, he checked my grandfather’s pulse. When he was done, he told my father to come outside with him. My father went with him and he told my father something which brought a black cloud on my father’s face. I called my father and asked him what the doctor had said but he didn’t reply. I was sure that something was wrong with my grandfather. I didn’t want anything to happen to my grandfather. I called him and told him to wake up. Then he suddenly looked at me. I saw tears come out from his eyes. I felt that he was in so much pain. I thought he was going to be all right. I told my father to take my grandfather to the hospital but he didn’t say a word. Everyone was crying and suddenly my grandmother fainted and everybody came closer to the bed and tried to wake her up. I was sitting between of my grandparents...
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...different class smoke, but more and more minor students also start smoking. To be honest, I hate smoking. Every time I smell someone is smoking, I always frown and leave the smoking area as soon as possible. But by my side, there are many friends, classmates and family members are smokers. But why do they enjoy smoking? “Nicotine is the drug in tobacco that causes addiction. It is absorbed and enters the bloodstream, through the lungs when smoke is inhaled… Nicotine is a psychoactive drug with stimulant effects on the electrical activity of the brain. It also has calming effects, especially at times of stress, as well as effects on hormonal and other systems throughout the body… Smoking doses of nicotine causes activation of "pleasure centers" in the brain, which may explain the pleasure, and addictiveness of smoking” (“Smoking: how to stop”). This paragraph explains the reason for smoking addiction. It seems that abstain from cigarette is really a hard task. My grandfather, however, had an experience about giving up smoking successfully. My grandfather’s smoking age was 40 years when he retired at 60 years old. It was an afternoon in the summer ten years ago in my grandfather’s living room. The weather was very clear and a little bit hot. I found my grandfather sat on the fauteuil by the window enjoying the sunshine. A cup of Chinese green tea was on his hand. I could even smell the tea...
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