April 15, 2013
Who I Admire
Let me tell you about a man that raised not only me but my father. I still have memories of the first day that I met him on August 20, 2001 on a summer day. In which we had the longest conversion I ever had. Many people have their own idol and all want to be like them in certain ways by dressing up like them, having fame and money but I think different to all of them. I admire this person because he is thankful for everything that he has in life. He never complained about how his life turned out to be instead, he’s happy and grateful for what he has and what he accomplished; this man is my grandfather.
I won’t ever forget those times I spent with my grandpa because he would tell me so many stories sad, happy and funny ones. I would describe my grandpa’s life as an adventurous one, full of many barriers but always finding ways to try and make things better for him. He didn’t have the opportunity to get an education past 6th grade but that didn’t prevent him from going out and exploring the different states of Mexico and taking the risk to come to the United States. Along the way he learned so much about the many things people did for survival because that was the main reason my grandpa left his family behind, for a better life. My grandpa grew up in a small town in Mexico; he’s the third child out of four brothers. His family was very humble and they didn’t have much as he was growing up. There are no companies in this town so it’s not like people get up to go to work at a business like most of us do in the United States. The type of work is usually comes from farming the land and that’s exactly what my grandpa learned how to do best. When my grandpa was 10 years old he would wake up at 4 in the morning to travel about half an hour away from his home in an unfriendly environment to cut down wood. His other duties also included taking care of the cows and goats which was a very tough...