Personal Narrative : What Is My Toy That God Made?

I still talk to you when I am troubled. You also make me laugh and are very fun to hug. Grandpa Gary, it is so fun talking about expensive watches and shoes with you. You are the only one in the family who likes that kind of stuff. It is also really fun to watch horse races with you and talk about life in general.

During our first run Taylor and I noticed that the car was turning way to the left. So in order to fix this we started our car as far to the right of the track as possible. After our first trials we realized that we needed to fix our string. We needed to cut the string we had attached off of our car and make a new one. When we made a new one me made it a little bit longer than the car and only hot glued it to the hook, not to the frame. Our new string had a loop in the end of it so we could put that on the toothpick. So now we understood that the toothpick did have a real purpose and we couldn’t glue the string to the mousetrap. After we made these changes we ran our car three more times.

If I was ever told to describe my grandpa I would forsure describe him as determined, loving, and hilarious. He would always know what to say to make me feel better even if he didn’t know I was upset. Everytime I saw my grandpa he would always have

The artifact represents personal objects and meaningful moments, person influence on our own life. This is one of the assignment in our program to share our artifacts toward our colleagues and professors. This will take in more about different culture, uniqueness, identity and values of our schoolmates and how they reflected in their life.

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.

My mom had to take my uncle Raymond to radiation every day for about 3 months, now she has to take him every three months, which affected her daily routine and how she planned her day. She also takes care of him a lot although he isn’t in the hospital or anything he isn’t very ill yet but from what I know I’m sure he will get sick. My uncle David was in his home when he passed away because he was on hospice, this effected everyone who lived in the house. When my uncle David passed away it was a very emotional time for the whole family, however it was kind of a happy moment as well because we knew he wasn’t suffering any more. My uncle David saw all his brothers and sisters before he passed some say that he was waiting to see them all before he said goodbye which could be true. Every person in a family who loses a family member has to deal with the emotional state of each other, some family members can handle death better than others so they are the strong ones in the situation. Cancer effects the whole family not just the patient.

My grandpa is the best grandpa ever , he teaches me stuff and always cheers me up when I'm sad . He always helps me when I don't know what I'm doing and no matter what we are doing doesn't matter if it's working or not we always have fun together and I know I don't see him a lot but when I do I cherish the moments I have with him . That is why my grandpa is my Michigan hero

My uncle ray loved telling jokes, he had very funny corny jokes. He was also very shy, but outgoing to his own friends and family, and that's the uncle ray I remember. There are many memories I have of him, one is the time he helped me play the guitar. I was stringing the guitar on the couch, and he helped me string it and play a few notes. He looked up

When my grandmother got sick She dismissed it as age, that it was the pain of aging, and most likely her not so nice husband, Plus she was afraid to go the doctor, she thought she would have to have surgery done, and or go to the hospital. She found out later that it was cancer. She was very worried, and my grandfather was very angry.

I am learning a lot about the victim and creator mindset from the under of the subtitle of Adopting a Creator Mindset in the chapter 2. It was leading myself a deep in my meditation of the flashback what I did do in my previous college of RIT/NTID. I decided to choose the writing about the creator mindset to base on my experience.

I missed Grandpa. I could never tell how true his stories were. One of my favorites was the one when two of his boyhood friends were hunting in the back lakes of Michigan. It was spring and the ice was slowly melting from the lakes. Except along the shore line, the lakes were clear of ice.

His name is Jerry Glenn but I like to call him Poppy because he is my amazing grandpa. Poppy has always been there for me teaching me all kinds of things. Poppy teaches me how to be kind to people and to the world around me, he teaches me how to a good person, and he teaches me how to eat candy. He is always asking me if I want to come spend the night, go out to eat with him, or even just come over and hang out for a little bit and have some ice cream. Sometimes he even says he would like to take me to the store and I can get any type of candy that I want. Poppy is the biggest teacher and influence on my life and I love him to the moon and back! From the day that I first saw his face, he has been impacting my life in an amazing way.

When my dad was in the hospital our whole family was slumped. Day after day we had church members come and pray for him, but as the days progressed he looked more sick. I was always crying silently as my role model was lying in the hospital bed, weary from the medications. However, the one thing that got me through this slow and dark time was my friends. With jokes and games, they cheered me on, and showed me that I was not alone.

I grew up with my papaw always being at the house. He would just show up to hang out. We’d talk and joke around. He never failed to make me laugh. I’ll never forget half the jokes he always said to me. Some of them weren’t very appropriate, but that’s just who my papaw was.

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.