What Is My Inspiration

To continue, my grandma had given time and love to my grandpa when he got into an accident. I remember it like it was yesterday when he had come back home early from work and could barely stand up on his own; he had one of his coworkers to help him stand up. My grandpa was limping in pain and holding his back with his hand for support. In that moment, my grandma had seen the agony my grandpa was in. She was running to help him as if she was the first responder. Regardless of how scared she was we had to take him to the emergency room. He was too stubborn to have someone call the ambulance to help him, but wanted my grandma instead because he knew she would take care of him. My grandpa worked on building a new house and while he was working he was on a ladder, but it was on a slope near the end of the garage. The ladder ended up tipping. He had fallen and was stuck when he caught his foot between the rungs of the ladder. After taking him to the hospital in Devils Lake it resulted in taking him to the hospital in Grand Forks. He resulted having a broken back, toes, ribs, arm, and bruised a majority of his body. It

Have you ever experienced something you wish you hadn´t? It all happened one day when my grandma was diagnosed with cancer. I never wanted to hear those words in my life, but I did unfortunately. She would spend numerous days in the hospital and we would desperately wait each and every day hoping to receive good news. We would visit her in the hospital various times and everytime I saw her face, my heart would feel as if it was breaking. Just by looking at her I knew she was tired and every time she smiled, all I could hear was ¨help me¨. I would always sit next to her and tell her that everything would be okay, but all she ever did was smile

Inspiration can be found in anything or anyone. Someone who you look up to that makes you want to follow in their footsteps, is an inspiration. Something that gives you an idea to do something great is an inspiration. Mrs. Patton, my Java teacher, is inspirational to me because she challenges herself, works through problems, and always has a good attitude, as well as a smile on her face, which inspires me to be a computer programmer.

Often times, inspiration gives an individual motivation to complete a task/problem. When a problem is complex enough, it may take a few days to find a solution. Inspiration is a sudden insight, or source of creativity. It is a possible solution to a problem or a strong emotion to complete a certain task. Motivation is the desire to dedicate time to a specific task.

Dictionaries describe passion as a strong and barely controllable feeling; however, I see the word passion with more meaning than that. A passion is something that envelops your life, uses your time and resources, and becomes a part of you. I am a person with a multitude of passions, ranging from music to books to workout routines. Nevertheless, there is one passion I have that has changed my life and will forever change my life. Seeing the injustices of prejudice and discrimination across the world and feeling the urge to help people gain equal and deserving rights is my passion.

When I was 8 years old my dad, Héctor Luis Acevedo, was diagnosed with a stage 4 non hodkin’s lymphoma, a cancer that attacks the immune system. I remember the day my parents gave me and my siblings the announcement like it was yesterday. It was May 2010th, they told us at home and then we went to church and that’s when I told my parents I wanted to do my First Holy Communion because I wanted my dad there with me on that special moment. They talked to the priest and they agreed I was going to have my First Holy Communion in May. The doctors here in Puerto Rico told my dad he only had 2 months to live because his cancer was really advanced. It wasn’t until my dad went to the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas that they told him his cancer could be treated. My parents where off for a long time and everyone we knew prayed for my dad to get better, they also gave us money to pay for the treatments, and the stay and food which were all crazy expensive, I remember the priest gave my mom like a thousand dollars from the money he had been saving and he told my mom to accept the money because he couldn’t ever hear my dad died because he didn’t have enough money. Well guess what, in two months for my First Holy Communion my dad was already better and almost completely cancer free. I don’t want any kid or parent to go through any of this, that’s why I’m

At the age of fifteen, I knew I wanted to walk my own path. I was very close to my grandparents when I was younger and we did everything together. On December 11, 2008 my grandmother was coming to the end of a long hard fight with ovarian cancer. A hospice, Julie, was always in the house checking my grandmother’s conditions as she was in a coma. On this particular night I remember Julie taking my grandpa into the kitchen and him running up the stairs after she came out. I knew that this represented bad news for our family. Julie sat at my grandmother’s bed side with me through the night. She comforted me as I was mourning the passing of my grandmother. How Julie was able to balance her care for me and my grandmother that night was amazing. Julie gave me hope and reminded me that I would always have my grandmother in my heart.

Last year, he had become very sick and everyone though he did not have much time left and he would not make it through the summer, all my grandmothers remaining brother and sisters went down to Florida to visit and stay with him for about a month. Every day, they would go and see him and just try and spend time with him hoping for the best but trying to prepare for the worst. His spirit was always strong, but physically his body was failing him. The family was very religious so they would gather in his room, talk about god, sing, and pray. The hospital he stayed at was extremely accommodating and they would help the family any way that they could. Even at times with up to 15-20 people in a room the hospital and staff was very supportive. My grandmother says that being in the hospital with all her family was a great feeling. It was very rare for all of them to be in the same place since they were all spread out. After her time there was done, she flew back to New York and prayed every day for him. Currently, he is still on medication, but is doing much better. My grandmother believes that God has healed him and this event was just another affirmation to keep her faith no matter

Passion is defined as an intense desire or enthusiasm. Most people believe that passion is the cure to everything wrong with life.That it is the ultimate roadmap to success and is impossible lead any semblance of a meaningful life without it. However, a person can lead a meaningful life without passion through balance and putting an emphasis on economic needs before passion.

When initially asked to pinpoint my inspiration, it was hard to think of because it is not something I had ever thought about before. After some thinking, it eventually clicked when I thought about a specific person. The first experience I had with my inspiration occurred a few years ago when I had to transfer to a new school my freshman year of high school where I did not know anyone. Of course, because it was my first day at a new school, I was anxious beyond belief. My anxiety mixed in with my naturally shy personality made it so that I completely dreaded the thought of going to a new school and meeting new people. When the time finally came to walk into my first class, I was surprised to meet a person who, over the course of my first few days, completely extinguished my fears. We quickly became friends when we realized we had 4 classes together, back to back, and ever since then he has done so much to inspire me. I had suffered from social anxiety all throughout the rest of high school, making it hard for me to simply do and experience everything most teenagers do. Despite this, he always made an effort to be there for me and even went out of his way to help me overcome my struggles by pushing me to do things my social anxiety would normally stop me from doing. I give him a lot of credit for

April, 26 2012 my dad died. I believe it was the month of December when my mom sat me down and told me. I will forget this night, We got Popeye's for dinner and she usually didn’t sit at the dinner table with me but this night she did. I remember her sitting directly across from me staring and smiling, I could tell something was up. Then she told me Papi has liver cancer, and the doctors say he has a few months left but we’re not gonna go by what the doctors say we’re going by what the good lord says! At this time I was 12 so it didn’t really know how serious I should of been taking it. I remember I felt like crying but I didn’t want my mom to know I was scared, so I tried to hold back my tears. The thing is when he was battling with this I never really thought about the fact that he would die, I just thought he would get better and everything would be fine.

My Grandpa has had a total of three wives in his lifetime. His first wife, Delores passed away when she was struck by a car while walking with my Aunt Joni, killing her and injuring my aunt. Then two years after, he remarried and had two more children to his second wife Sarah, it was just about one month after I was born when my Grandpa and Grandma Sarah were on a bike ride together when she suddenly went off of the path and launching her off of her bicycle and hitting her head on a rock. She died later the night do to a blood clot in her brain. To my understanding this was a very dark time for my grandpa. He had lost everything once and then just as he got back on his feet he was knocked back down. He reminds me time and time again, that if it wasn't for his faith he has in God he probably wouldn't still be here today. Because of Sarah and Dolores both dying so tragically, he told me it

Earlier this year, in January of 2015, my mom was diagnosed with cirrhosis, a chronic disease of the liver. See, my mom had a drinking problem so without a liver transplant, she wouldn’t make it. She had been in and out of hospitals for a couple weeks until she eventually got transferred to Jackson Hospital in Downtown. Everyday, I’d go with my dad and sisters to visit her and so did many other family members. I had never realized

I remember the day my mother found out that we were coming to America. She started singing, crying, and dancing. Unfortunately, my mother’s younger sister could not come with us, and she stayed in Liberia. When we finally came to America, few years went by and my mother met my stepdad. She got pregnant and had our little sister name Mimi, but not too long after, my mother was diagnosed with having a brain tumor. She had to undergo a surgery, and I remember asking God, to please not to take my mother's life too. During the period of her surgical procedures, it felt like the longest time in my life, waiting to see what the results would be. Finally, we got our answer; she survived. She is healthy and alive but not a day goes by without me worrying about

Last year my grandfather, or Papa as we called him, died of cancer. He had barely fought off the cancer cells mercilessly invading his body. Barely getting through; my grandfather should've never even survived, for doctors told us his death was probable. His lungs contained a tremendous quantity of cancer. Everyone was relieved and pleasantly surprised when he made it through chemotherapy. A jack in the box is what he was; every time we thought we had lost him, he sprang back into our lives. Unfortunately, later that year Papa, who was still weak from chemotherapy, fell off a ladder and was hospitalized. While he was in the hospital the cancer came back, this time he had brain cancer. The doctors told us that there