It has taken me almost twenty-one years to realize how extraordinary my grandmother is. She is the type of person you might read about in history books. When I was fifteen my grandmother told me a story I will never forget. It was the heart breaking story of her life. She grew up in post war communist Poland.
“When I was three, my five year old sister and I would walk miles across a forest just to get a pint of milk from the soldiers” she told me. Life in Poland after World War 2 was tragic for families. “The soldiers would feel bad for us because we were so little and sometimes that would be the only food we had all day” My grandmother has prevailed so many hardships in her life but no matter what she will never forget the war and how it shaped her as a person. Looking at my grandmother you would never guess what she went through. Her short auburn hair is always neatly combed back and her make up is never smudged. She was born in …show more content…
His story made me think about all the other children and families we do not hear about. In our day and age, we take advantage of the lives we lead. We don’t even realize how good our lives are until we hear about somebody else’s hardship and even then it is difficult for us to sympathize with them. We don’t understand how something like that can happen in another part of the world. It is almost like a movie to us. I am guilty of this as well. Even though my grandparents survived World War 2, I never take a second to think about the children, or even adults, that go through this every day in the Middle East. Stories like the Syrian boy, or even my grandmothers’, has really opened up my eyes to the other side of the world. Imagine living with the constant fear of not waking up the next morning or never again seeing a parent. To us, it is unimaginable but for thousands of people it is just an ordinary
“When I was three, my five year old sister and I would walk miles across a forest just to get a pint of milk from the soldiers” she told me. Life in Poland after World War 2 was tragic for families. “The soldiers would feel bad for us because we were so little and sometimes that would be the only food we had all day” My grandmother has prevailed so many hardships in her life but no matter what she will never forget the war and how it shaped her as a person. Looking at my grandmother you would never guess what she went through. Her short auburn hair is always neatly combed back and her make up is never smudged. She was born in …show more content…
His story made me think about all the other children and families we do not hear about. In our day and age, we take advantage of the lives we lead. We don’t even realize how good our lives are until we hear about somebody else’s hardship and even then it is difficult for us to sympathize with them. We don’t understand how something like that can happen in another part of the world. It is almost like a movie to us. I am guilty of this as well. Even though my grandparents survived World War 2, I never take a second to think about the children, or even adults, that go through this every day in the Middle East. Stories like the Syrian boy, or even my grandmothers’, has really opened up my eyes to the other side of the world. Imagine living with the constant fear of not waking up the next morning or never again seeing a parent. To us, it is unimaginable but for thousands of people it is just an ordinary