But it was not what we thought. It was my grandmother on the other end of the line. My grandfather had had a heart attack and died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. My grandmother was in the middle of her chemotherapy for that week and was too weak to give CPR. In a way, it was better. My grandmother was the light of my grandfather’s life and he would have not been able to go on without her. My grandmother’s condition worsened and soon she was admitted into hospice care. I was not there when she passed away, but my family tells me that she was surrounded by everybody she …show more content…
I am quick to anger and jealousy. I can be out of control at times. I am prone to be hot headed and in an argument, I say things that I do not mean to and that I can not take back. When I see that I was not invited to an event when all my other friends had, I get jealous. When I see people laughing and joking about something, I want to be included in that. Everybody wants to be a part of something and feel included. It is hard for me to love and to trust people. Everybody in my life has seemed to let me down and when I meet someone new, it is hard for me to open up to him or her. For justice, I believe that all my opinions are right. In my mind, I am quick to judge other opinions, unaware of the possible notion of idea that I could be wrong instead. I know that I can make mistakes in my judgement and in turn, my idea of justice can be wrong as well. There are times when I feel as if I am the smallest person in the room, able to be easily overtaken and crushed, not in the least courageous. Sometimes, I have no faith. I feel as though I am being pulled in every direction and I do not know where to look and go. We all get lost at some point in our lives. It is unavoidable. Sometimes we fall far from our standing in life, but the important thing is to pick ourselves back up and lead the life of morals that we want to