Personal Narrative: My Grandma

When I was in 3rd grade, the only woman who had ever taken care of me passed away due to cancer. My Grandma took care of my mother and I from the time I was born and continued to care for me after my mom moved away. Our lives weren't very luxurious. She worked at Polk Community College as their lunch lady and I never had much; including my own bed. Still, I was never unhappy. I spent many hours after school sitting in the sparsely active cafeteria, while she served the students with a smile on her face. My Grandma was a kind, selfless woman who would never let you go hungry. She instilled in me how important it is to take care of the people around you, so that when you are in need, they will take care of you. It’s cliche, I know, but the world truly did lose a great human being. After her passing, My Mimi, who is my father’s grandmother, took me in and supplied me everything I needed to succeed in life. She worked until she was 70 to ensure we would always be comfortable. The amount of sacrifices she has made for me over the years is simply inconceivable. While she is a natural nurturer, she has always been a proud and …show more content…
My time in EF and Operation Neighborhood, as well as the lessons I have learned throughout my childhood, have shaped me into someone who can create a positive impact on my community. Always. I have learned many of the principal lessons of living life: being apathetic towards others will always lead to loneliness, but independence will not, all cultures have beauty and worth and deserve to be treated as such, and taking pride in ones community will lead to its betterment. Nonetheless, there are many more lessons I have to learn in life before I become the person I wish to be, and I presume that the time I could spend in the vibrant community of FSU would teach me the lessons I am in need