My dear friends that have travelled with me so far are on this journey are Nellie Mclung, my grandmother and my mom. Nellie joined us awhile back after she fought for women’s rights. A woman like that is a true hero to have travelled with and her strength has helped me become stronger along the way. I believe a girl can do anything a boy can do but we can do it better. Nellie helps enforce these attitudes in me constantly with her spirited personality. My grandmother joined me after she passed away on my tenth birthday. I didn’t know her well prior because she lived in Ontario and my family lived in Calgary. But after her death I realized that all the stories of her were true. She was a hard ass, a dominant character, with piss and vinegar in her step and a presence like no other. My grandmother wasn’t always a kind lady but she always got what she wanted and she never left a job undone. I admire that. No one ever pushed her around and to this day, on our journey, she has shown me that sometimes you have to be bossy, is the polite term, to get where you want to go. There were other sides to her though, she was the most festive person around the holidays. My dad would tell me that she had a Christmas tree in every single room and boy, could she bake. My grandmother baked cakes and pies and cookies, and one recipe over and over again until everyone hated the taste of something they once loved at the beginning of the week. My …show more content…
He was more infatuated with the idea of being in love with a princess than the actual princess herself. Another, was writing the book of his journey to the east, as I am doing now because of the sacredness of the league. After discussing with Leo later on our journey, only then did HH realize he was no longer in the league. This was a tragic mistake that HH had made along the way, was forgetting what he was there for in the first place. The biggest mistake of all that HH endured was the selling of his precious violin. When I asked him why he sold it when he had riches and health and still a love for music, he replied with “Oh yes, but sometimes a man no longer finds pleasure in something he previously loved. Sometimes a man sells his violin or throws it against a wall, or a painter burns all his pictures. Have you never heard of such a thing?” Once I heard his response I had realized that I had heard of such a thing because I have sold my violin too. Not a real violin, a figurative one, which stood for my love for soccer. I no longer find as much joy in soccer as I did when I young. This I find heartbreaking. HH and I are in similar situations, we have lost sight of the things that bring us pure happiness. These mistakes resulted in HH losing his way to the East. He was in