Person I Admire
My Grandpa is a short man, he is bald on the top of his head, smells of aftershave, and he is stern, but yet gentle, at the same time. His hugs are tight, gentle and loving. I admire my grandpa the most because of his courage and determination to make a good life here in the United States for himself and his family, instead of just coming over to the United States and expecting everything handed to him. The person I admire the most is my 76-years old Grandpa Jerry Lix. He came to America from Greece when he was 19 in 1953 by way of ship. He landed in New York with other immigrants. My Great Great Uncle Nick then took him to Ohio to live. My uncle sent for my grandpa to live in the United States and was his guardian or sponsor. He came over to the United States to make a better life for himself and someday have a family. He learned to speak English, and after getting his citizenship, he wanted to send for the lady he was going to marry from Greece. Due to unforeseen complications, which are painful for my grandpa, her mother would not allow her to come over to the United States. Grandpa got a job at a restaurant as a bus boy, which lasted until he was 21-years old. This restaurant is where he met my Grandma Jerreline (Jerry) Carr who was a waitress. At the age of 21, he became a bartender until the age of 55 when his legs made it to where he had to retire. He married my grandma in March of 1955. She was 22 at the time, and he was 21. He asked her to marry him right there in the restaurant while they were working with all the people chatting and dishes clanging. He shouted “Hey Jerry?” She said, “Yeah.” He said, “Do you want to get married?” She said, “Sure.” They had a total of four children throughout the years, my mom Chris in 1956, my Uncle Tony in 1957, my Uncle Spiro in 1959, and my Aunt Tena in...