Personal Essay
This is a story about my uncle and I. I was and still am just so blessed to call him my uncle. I will always be thankful to have him as my uncle. He was and still is my favorite uncle. I loved every minute I got to spend with him before the tragedy happened.
He is my reason I try so hard everyday. The reason I went back to school to get my diploma, he is also the reason I am going to college in August 2016. I just want to make him proud of me because I was and still am very proud of him. I honestly don 't know what I would of done if I didn 't have him in my life. But he is my guardian angel now, watching over me. This past summer we found out that my uncle Bill had stage three lung cancer. That was the day I decided to go back to Pennsylvania to be with him. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him. I didn 't want to believe any of it was real, I didn 't want to believe that I would have to live in a world without him in it.
I knew I only had a certain amount of time with him because I went through this same exact thing with my grandpa. So I wanted to spend as much time possible with
Sure, here is a revised version of the essay focusing on the importance of a good relationship between the two characters in the novel, as well as its relevance in real life:
"Lost in the Barrens" by Farley Mowat is a novel that delves into the theme of friendship through the relationship between Jamie and Awasin. The story is set in the Canadian wilderness and follows the two boys as they become stranded and must rely on each other to survive. Through their journey, the author illustrates the importance of trust, support, and understanding in a friendship.
The friendship between Jamie and Awasin is tested throughout the novel as they face various challenges. They come from different backgrounds and have vastly different experiences, yet
Robert lost his mother when he was seventeen months of age. His grandmother stepped in his life and took over. She was everything to him; she raised him and sends him to school. Robert said, “If I didn’t have my grandma, I wouldn’t have been the young man who I am today. My grandma really played a big role in my life, like being the mother, the father, everything to me, a friend.”
Especially with the excruciating events he had to face, only to better himself and his life, along with many different other people by my grandpa expressing these tragic, agonizing, breathtaking stories like he has done for me.
But while we were walking down the dirt road to our next fishing hole I slipped. I almost fell off a rocky hill but my dad caught me. He was my hero that day, and he always has been. That day he may have saved me from breaking a few of my bones, and maybe even death. I love my dad so much.
So I would actually say the day he died was my biggest disappointment because if he was here today I doubt half of the stuff that’s happened to me would have happened. I miss him so much and each decision that I make I think of him and how happy he will be of his granddaughter. Every decision that I’m making in my life he will be supporting me 110% but I just look at it that I’m doing all of this for him. He always called me his little hustler and I am.
He did this all while
working 50+ hours per week. I picked up extra responsibilities around the house to help him
through the two years, and believe he set a great example for me as well.
All of this was wonderful, but I still didn’t believe in myself. I knew that I had a great
support system in my immediate family, but they are my family. They love me, and I felt that
they would support me no matter what.
Growing up, I’d always thought that death was the worst thing that could ever happen to a person, but it wasn’t until halfway through my sophomore year that I discover the truth. I had never really thought about the horror of watching someone you love wither away into a shadow of their former self; that was something that happened in books and movies, not in real life and definitely not to me.
I was only 15 when my grandmother finally decided that it was time to take my mom up on her offer and come live with us. Her motivation? She knew she didn’t have much time left and wanted to spend her final moments at our house with her family.
My relationship with my past step dad, Joe was not an easy one, but it was not always like that. He taught me everything growing up. How to tie my shoes, how to ride my bike, and when I got older how to cook, clean, and how to properly look after my brother. He gave my such comfort growing up, Joe protected me from all the monsters in my closet.
Losing my grandpa put a toll on my entire family as well as myself. The death of a loved member in the family can have an enormous effect on a person's hope and faith. The loss of Eliezer's father is a poignant reminder of the human consequences derived from the Holocaust and the importance of remembering those who were lost. Despite his grief, Eliezer's memories of his father continued to inspire him and give him the strength to carry on. Although losing my grandpa was a difficult experience for everyone close to me, like Eliezer, it inspired me to cherish my family to great extent and develop gratitude for the support I have received from my family throughout my entire life.
To start off, The Old Grandfather and His Little Grandson is a sad folk tale. The main character is a grandfather who is mistreated by his son and daughter-in-law. He is made to eat in a corner, by the stove, and out of a wooden bowl. The grandson was playing and building a wooden dish for his parents to eat out of when they grow up. “The young peasant and his wife looked at each other, and tears filled their eyes.
He has passed on attributes such as honesty and respect and I hope to perfect these attributes and pass them down to my children once I am married. My parents have also influenced me in many ways such
I usually don’t want a long distance relationship but because of him I didn’t mind. That feeling when every time I pray to God, the first thing that I will say is “Lord, thank you for giving Him to me. I am so happy that I have him in my life.” I felt so happy and I thought that we will last forever. I used to think that love comes only to the right person, that what you feel for the person is so unique and you will never feel that feeling to another
He always asks my siblings and I to take a few moments before we go to bed, while resting our heads on our pillows, to think about all the things we are grateful for and blessed with. Also, when we were younger, he used to tell us that when something bad happens, we should be grateful that it doesn’t happen more often, and that it could have been worse. We should use the bad times to remind ourselves of the good in our lives; no matter how difficult or minimal it may seem at the
Seeing him, being able to talk to his family, and hear his story just broke my heart. I remember thinking how selfish of me; I get mad about making a B on a test or when something so simple doesn’t go my way. That day I learnt how thankful I should be that I can still move, talk, and enjoy life. I learnt not to focus on the little things that don’t go my way and to focus on the things that I do have and how thankful I should be for them.
