Linda Rhods: My Hero

Running through the sprinkler and shouting as the cold water pierced my skin was a usual occurrence at my grandmother’s home as a young child. Today as I stroll through her front door, I waft in the aroma of the freshly baked cookies waiting for me to indulge myself in. So many instances can bring back so many memories that I have with my grandmother. Linda Rhods is not only my grandmother, but she is my hero. As a young child, her life was quite tragic. Her mother passed away at a young age from cancer. She was about five at the time, so her older siblings did a lot of the parenting in that household. Her father stayed working from the time the rooster crowed at dawn until the dew began to set into the ground. Her life from the very beginning