Aunt Cindi

On a cool, Autumn, Sunday morning, CC was sitting in church with her family. Just as he does every Sunday morning, Pastor Mike announces the people that have been placed on the prayer list. He mentioned Mrs. Smith, who is having hip surgery. Mr. Jones has the flu and needs prayers, Brother Welch has the stomach virus. Pastor Mike then announces to the church that there are four children in the community who have been diagnosed with cancer. Instantly, CC’s mind drifts away and she thinks about her sister who recently died from cancer. She remembers the pain that her sister went through, how depressed she was, the sadness that her family felt, and what it was like to not be able to do anything to help her sister. CC knows better than most

There was a couple named Kiowa and Muraco. They've been together for 8 years. They had a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Her name was Cherokee. Kiowa and Muraco loved Cherokee so much but they knew they couldn't keep Cherokee because they were poor. They had no money to take care of Cherokee. Everyday they struggled to find food and water. Days went by and Kiowa was starting to get sick. Each day it got worse and worse. Her skin was turning red, her eyes were puffy and she constantly coughed and sneezed. Kiowa told Muraco she didn't feel good and she felt like she was going to die soon. On the fourth day, Kiowa died and Muraco was left to raise Cherokee by himself. Muraco knew nothing about raising kids. He was scared. He didn't know what to do so he decided to find help.

Hannah is a twenty year old girl from Egan. For the past 3 years she has spent her summers at a bible camp up north called Trout Lake Camps. The first time Hannah stepped foot at the camp she didn’t want to go. She spent the school year there working in the office. But now the thought of not stepping foot there makes her think about all the good times and bad times she had. From sleeping in chapel or getting stuck in a canoe, she can’t help but be thankful for being forced to go there.

My brother is also a great role model because he is a humble and well minded person. What makes him a humble person is when he does something good he doesn't brag about it and he stays cool with it and never rubs it in my face. He doesn't like to brag because it is not a good thing and it could make people not like you as much. Along with that he also doesn't like to be a mean person because he thinks that is the wrong thing. He doesn't like to do mean things such as pushing me around, and decking me onto the floor. Also he is humble because he cares about others more than himself. He cares about others because he thinks it is a good thing to be caring because others matter too. As a result he thinks caring about others

The little girl sat in the hospital bed crying as her doctor left, leaving the door open. She couldn't believe the news, her dreams; ruined. She wouldn't graduate college, she wouldn't get married and have kids, she wouldn't even get to see her little brother do the same thing. Oh, her brother, her little brother is going to be devastated when he hears the news!

Your favorite superhero might be Hulk or Thor, but mine is my own Aunt. My Aunt Linda is my role model. She is the person I look up to for many reasons. Throughout her life, she was ill. At the moment, she is in a nursing home at the age of 66. Being sick, she never cared too much about herself, but always thinking about other people. Linda was a nurse, so caring about people was her day job. Linda never got married or had her own children, so she spoiled me to death. I think I had more toys at her house then at my own. Back when I was little, I used to go over to her house in Jonesville every weekend for church. That means, every Saturday at noon we watched the dramatic tv series, Young and the Restless. I will never forget sitting in her living room with a tv tray and ice cream, screaming at the characters. I would laugh and laugh with her. Spending so much time with her, she has taught me so many things, but mostly she taught me to be a kind, loving, and giving individual.

A role model is someone who lights the way you can’t, and inspires people to create their own path. They ignite your truth, and know how to turn that flame into a wildfire. A role model doesn’t have to be famous or a hero because they are your hero. They are your familiar face in a sea of unfamiliar souls.

Jesbet was a twelve year old girl who had been growing up all her life with children in the street. One day, a disease spread around and most women weren’t able to have children. When their husbands saw this tragic, they decided to adopt children from the street and claim them as their own. By the time Jesbet knew, most of her friends were gone and she was left alone roaming the streets. Eventually, as Jesbet passed by the streets, her little friends were no longer able to be near her. Each parent pulled their child away so they wouldn't get near the poor little girl. Sad and left alone, poor

My role model would have to be, Ashley Graham. Ashley Graham has taught me how to love yourself no matter what you look like. I admire her for being courageous and not giving up when someone told her to. Loving myself is a long lasting impact she has had on me and others.

At first, I lay snug under my soft silky sheets in my bed. London, my seven year old cousin, called to me from the other room. “Peyton, can you please come read me a story before I have to go to bed?” she said. I walked to her room and told her, “I’m sorry I can’t, it is already past your best time and I don’t want your mommy mad at me.” London looked me straight in the eye, her lip puckering, eyes welling, she began to cry and scream and begged of me to read her just one chapter of a book. I felt awful because of what I had caused, and therefore, I agreed to read to her.

Once upon a time, there was a husband and a wife who was getting ready to have a baby girl and the baby name was going to be Ella. They already have a daughter, named Elena, and she was born just 3 years before. When Ella was born just 1 and 1/2 month after the wife died of a car crash. Everyone was sad and the had a hard time for the next few months. Ella was hurt the most because she thought it was her fault their mother died.

Auntie Muthoni does not only throw off the mountain of marriage, she also throws off the garment of oppression and shame that is attached to motherhood. According to Kabira, “She wanted to be free, free to be herself; free to live where she chose, free to determine her own destiny. It did not matter what people would say when they heard that she, an unaccompanied single woman, had gone to live in Nairobi” (20). In most African traditions, particularly Igbo culture, and Kenyan in this case, a woman who has not given birth to a male child is considered incomplete, or not woman enough. She gave birth to two daughters, however, she “was like most other Gikuyu women who were under society pressure to give birth to sons” (21). Kabira interpreted

There was exactly two weeks until state football. It was an exciting time for our school going undefeated through the whole season. The cheerleaders were ecstatic, we hadn’t been to state for a decade! The following Monday after another win for the football team the school hallways were buzzing. Hannah was a junior and the captain of the cheer squad. Hannah was 5’7 and 125 pounds, with a mix of blonde hair and brown hair. On top of that she had the most beautiful eyes anyone could imagine, ice blue streaks with bright green and just a hint of chocolate brown. Hannah was without a doubt one of the most prettiest sixteen year old to ever exist. Hannah was almost perfect, she was smart, athletic, beautiful, popular, kind and was dating Drew, the

“Accept the past as past, without denying or discarding it” (Albom 18). This is just one of the many aphorisms Mitch from Tuesdays with Morrie receives from his professor and long-time friend Morrie. If I could spend fourteen Tuesdays with any person, I would choose my Auntie Carolina. She was my first babysitter, and has been a family-friend for over sixteen years. When we see her, she is always ready to teach me with one of her many life lessons.

There is a girl, called Caitlyn at the age of 9. She was born in California and raised in Seattle. Her mom and dad are both Chinese. Caitlyn and her family live in the town in Seattle called Lynnwood. She is a smart girl, and she has good grades. However, she has eye problems, so she can’t see well. Her grandfather kept telling her to wear glasses, but she just chose not to wear them. Undoubtedly, there was something special about Caitlyn, every time when she doesn’t like something her stomach hurt. For example, she really hates Physical Education class, especially when they have to play games and running, when is time for Physical Education class she always has stomach ache for no reason just because she don’t like something. One day, her mom looks at her English test score and ask her how could you get 98% if you have eye problems and you couldn’t see well. She scolds Caitlyn angrily, “You are cheating on your test, I would have to tell your teacher.” Caitlyn started crying and she said sadly, “No Mom, I didn’t cheat on my test, even I can’t see well I still can use my nose to smell things.” Her Grandfather came up and talk