The Airport Scene
The thunderous breeze on a dark night, while we drove to the airport the fear increased in my heart. I was on my to the airport to drop off my uncle, He was a tall, white man in his thirties. As, we came closer to the airport the tears started coming out of my eyes.
I told my uncle, “Please don’t go”. However, I had no valid reason to stop him. Once we reached the airport it starting raining. The tears coming out of my eyes were mixed with the rain drops when I was walking towards the airport.
At the airport I constantly cried. My father said “You’re crying as if his going away forever, his just going for vacation to visit his family”. My uncle gave me a big hug and said “See you after a few months”.
I never imagined that was going to be the last time I would get to see my uncle. While walking back to the car I felt like an incomplete five-year old soul with no one to guide me. During the drive back home I prayed for my uncle to return back safely to New York as soon as possible. The next …show more content…
He was my friend, uncle, and most important of he was also my mentor. There was a lot of knowledge he passed down to me and to everyone he knew. He taught me that lying was a trait that cowards adapted, and that honesty is the first step towards success. He always told me that it doesn’t matter how long people stay in our lives, what matters most is how much we learn from those people. My uncle told me that helping others is a way of gaining pleasure and happiness; he believed that the definition of happiness is to make others happy. He was a person who was always willing to help out others. I remember that one cold wintry night in 2000 I went to Manhattan with my uncle. There my uncle saw a short, white male, in his late fifties who was homeless, shivering on the sidewalk with tears falling down his face. My uncle took off his huge soft black leather that he purchased from Gap, and handed it down to the
The thunderous breeze on a dark night, while we drove to the airport the fear increased in my heart. I was on my to the airport to drop off my uncle, He was a tall, white man in his thirties. As, we came closer to the airport the tears started coming out of my eyes.
I told my uncle, “Please don’t go”. However, I had no valid reason to stop him. Once we reached the airport it starting raining. The tears coming out of my eyes were mixed with the rain drops when I was walking towards the airport.
At the airport I constantly cried. My father said “You’re crying as if his going away forever, his just going for vacation to visit his family”. My uncle gave me a big hug and said “See you after a few months”.
I never imagined that was going to be the last time I would get to see my uncle. While walking back to the car I felt like an incomplete five-year old soul with no one to guide me. During the drive back home I prayed for my uncle to return back safely to New York as soon as possible. The next …show more content…
He was my friend, uncle, and most important of he was also my mentor. There was a lot of knowledge he passed down to me and to everyone he knew. He taught me that lying was a trait that cowards adapted, and that honesty is the first step towards success. He always told me that it doesn’t matter how long people stay in our lives, what matters most is how much we learn from those people. My uncle told me that helping others is a way of gaining pleasure and happiness; he believed that the definition of happiness is to make others happy. He was a person who was always willing to help out others. I remember that one cold wintry night in 2000 I went to Manhattan with my uncle. There my uncle saw a short, white male, in his late fifties who was homeless, shivering on the sidewalk with tears falling down his face. My uncle took off his huge soft black leather that he purchased from Gap, and handed it down to the