My Role Model

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

The night of December 9, 2011 was easily one of the worst of my life. It all started before I woke. At around 2:30 in the morning, my grandfather (Pepaw), who resided in Keyser, West Virginia, had fallen very ill. My step grandmother called my father to let him know that his father needed emergency surgery and asked him to travel to Keyser Hospital as soon as possible. After the first surgery was completed the doctors at the the Hospital determined that he needed an additional emergency surgery that they were not equipped to preform. At 5:30 A.M. he was Medevaced to Morgantown, West Virginia for the next surgery. After he arrived, the Morgantown Physicians assessed his vitals, and in consultation with the Keysers doctors, they determined that Pepaw was not strong enough to undergo the second

My grandpa lived a long prosperous life up until the last couple months of his life. One evening we were out and about heading to dinner with my parents and grandparents. We all sat down, ordered our food, and my grandpa was telling a story about his truck driving days. During his story we realized that the left side of his face wasn't matching the facial expressions on the right side. My mom was extremely worried, so we rushed to the nearest hospital. Hours of waiting in the lobby they came out and told us that he had a pretty bad stroke. The doctors told us our options; they stressed that surgery would be the best option. This surgery consisted of drilling into his skull to release the pressure in this brain. My grandpa made it out of surgery

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

It was just another sunny day in Hull, Iowa. My grandparents were sitting in their room at Pleasant Acres Care Center. They were just about to go to the dining room for supper, when all of a sudden they heard a loud BANG. At the time, my grandpa was sitting in his wheelchair; and my grandma was sitting in her wheelchair. They had just happened to wheel back a little bit. My grandma then opened her eyes and looked straight forward; and there was a pickup that had crashed into the nursing home, went through two walls, and was literately just touching the tip of her knee. It’s a good thing they moved back in their wheelchairs or my grandma would have been hit by the truck that crashed into the nursing home. These last couple of years my grandma

Like I said he was my hero and that’s a fact. I remember how much he loved me, and how much he said he did. My grandpa and I were really close, he saw me every single day, When I got home from school. The reason we got so close is because my parents were always at work, so he took care of me everyday. When I always got home we talked about how our day went. When I told him how I got in fights with my friends he didn’t take it serious because he said we

I distinctly remember the weeknights at his house. Sitting upon his lap, walking down the street, getting pulled in my wagon through a park--these were things I loved doing with Grandpa. I was not just another person to him: I was the ultimate grandson, and I was special.

When you think of a role model, who comes to mind? Many would say an actor, singer, athlete, etc. My role model is my sister, Natasha Hobley. For those who don’t know Natasha personally, they probably wouldn’t understand why she is a role model to me. However, I find her to be a role model for many reasons. Not only is Natasha strong, fearless, and independent, but she is the most loving person I have ever met. Regardless of the trials that have been thrown at her, she always comes out on top, and stronger than before. Natasha has unfortunately lost loved ones in her life, but still manages to find happiness in the darkest situations. Despite battling mental and emotional battles, my sister continues to find the best in situations, and always uplifts others. Ever since I was a child, I remember looking up to her and always wanting to be just like her. Natasha Hobley is my role model.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

As I rummage through my mother 's drawer full of accessories for a clutch to wear at an upcoming wedding, I spot an old pair of gloves- my grandmother 's gloves. They 're long, thin and black; bringing to mind balls and long gowns. The life of my grandmother, Tooran Shamoelian, was no ordinary one. Though, unfortunately, I 've never met her, the stories and descriptions of her life that have been told to me by her family and friends have formed a picture in my mind of the outstanding woman she was. My grandmother, Tooran is someone I look up to and aspire to emulate. The way she stood up for her religion and was determined to get a good education inspires me to do the same.

On February 20, 1997 was the day my grandfather passed away, it was a beautiful Saturday morning where my grandfather just brought the word of God to his people. When my grandfather preached and as he walks back to his seat he collapsed on the ground. Everybody in the church went to screaming and yelling to the top of their lungs because they had no idea what was going on with my grandfather, somebody in the church called 911 and when Evac arrive they carry him over to Deland Hospital. When my granddad reach Deland Hospital and doctor seen him, they pronounced him dead, the doctor had said my grandfather had a heart attack. Everybody from the church went to hospital because they thought he was going be okay, people were so confused, scared, shocked and terrified. My granddaddy was a healthy man and he took care of himself, so how

As children begin to develop and mature, they gain a lot from the people around them. Kids seem to pick up on every little detail, good or bad. When children live in a household associated with drugs, alcohol, or abuse, they are more apt to following the exact same path as their elders. Even families dealing with divorce seem to notice more rebellion among their kids. Children generally take after their parents or parental figures. They need positive guidance and encouragement as they grow up. It is said that girls are typically more sensitive than boys, and tend to need more of a female role model as she develops. As a female matures and grows she needs a motherly figure to support and guide her through the various stages of her life.

This is when a random bystander jumped in the lake from a dock and pulled my uncle out of the lake. He immediately called 911 and started cpr. My uncle was not responsive. Once he got in the ambulance he was on and off. He was not in good shape. I remember sitting at home and my mom getting a call from my grandpa saying he was in the hospital and was not doing very good. My mom left with my dad to go see him at the hospital, but she wouldn't let me or my siblings go. She didn't want us seeing him like that. My uncle stayed in the hospital for a long time.He was on life support and my grandpa had to decided if we wanted to take him off it or keep him on. The doctors said that he was completely brain dead and would most likely never be responsive again. Everyone was devastated, but we weren't about to let him go. We kept him on life support until he was stable enough to be off it. He was in the hospital for a very long time but finally one day he was allowed to come

I have been asked many times since I was a young boy what I would like to be in life, however, I was never able to explore or express my interests. As time has passed the question still remains, yet I am much closer to my answer. With help from the career research assignment, presented during my GEL class, I have been able to research this very question. Before this assignment I pondered countless ideas of what my future profession would be like, but I never went into detail; and never investigated how it would effect my overall quality of life. My future can only be shaped by what I choose to be. I want my life to be meaningful, and the only way I could accomplish this goal would be to positively affect other peoples livelihood . My personality traits and personal desires have prove to me that I would make a great leader. However, who do I want to lead? And how could I make a positive influence in the world? My dad is a standing role model in my life for he bravely serves as a Fire captain for Los Angeles County Fire Department. He has shown me a great deal within his field and I decided that a career in the medical profession would suit me well. Although my aspirations are not to become a Doctor, I would like to contribute my leadership ability to the medical profession by pursuing a career in health care management. Ultimately, my goal is to become a executive within a hospital in order to use my skills for the greater good. Moreover, I realize this is a

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.