Life. The hardest challenge of all. Everyone goes through life. Life can bring up the most challenging stages your life has in hold. Those challenges can help you or ruin you. My grandma was a person that would help me through anything and everything. Though she was such a good person how could she stand such self centered person. A complete waste of time, but not for her. She had changed my life for the better, changing my selfish personality into such a good-natured person.
My grandma you see would be the person that would bail me out of everything, she was my “get out of jail free” card. I would go to her house almost everyday of the week. It was almost like she was my second mother. She spoiled me with her love. Always caring for my well being whether it be food or naps. The woman couldn’t help but give love to anyone she would meet, she was a sweet old lady to everyone. Even though you’d be stranger you would treat as though you had been a long friend, giving her time to understand you,giving you the attention that you need and maybe even crack a joke every now and then as well. She was my everything but I had took it for granted because I had not known at the time being so young that good things will leave you and it could leave at any moment.
Tragedy fell upon me once I heard that my grandma was in the hospital. My family and I rushed to the hospital as fast as we could. We made it there but we couldn’t bare what we were about to see in the room she was held up in. We saw her. Her lifeless body on the bed. I just stood there paralyzed by the fact that I was in this situation. Knowing her I thought that she would just shake it off but I was off by a long shot. From bad to worse in less than a second the doctor broke the news to us that she wouldn’t be recovering from this. Every thing was falling like a rock in the ocean, going deeper and deeper in the pitch black abyss where I would reside for the next couple of months. She had been fading fast after the first time we saw her. I had missed school for almost a week just to put some time into seeing her before her last breath on this earth. We had to go because I had missed too much school days and it was affecting my grades. I said my goodbyes not knowing that it would probably be one of the last times I would be seeing her.
With her gone I felt as though everything came down; crushing me under the weight of guilt I had accumulated in my early years. I hadn’t realized that being an asshole wouldn’t help anyone. After a few months of coping by myself, not being able to let out the pressure of her passing. I began setting small goals of: 1. make someone else enjoy their day 2. keep a smiling face throughout the day 3. enjoy the day. These goals at first didn’t really help anyone at the time. But soon when people felt down I was there to cheer them up. I was actually helping people. The feeling was almost drug-like. A sense of euphoria. Adding to my grandma’s passing came the most vulnerable part of my life; middle school. A time where everyone was changing either for the better or the worse. During this I was torn whether to be that helpful caring person or back to that asshole. That wouldn't really help anyone at all. With everyone changing I couldn't help but to step my game up. Bringing in more hard hitting enjoyment that everyone enjoys; comedy. These two components had given me the best outcome I could think of.
My grandma’s passing had changed me. I had started off as that asshole that would mess with you or would think about myself only. But I had changed to a upbeat, good hearted, and friendly person that I had become today. What could have been was changed to the better. I guess you could say that it was a sort of last gift my grandma had left before she passed away. A parting gift. Her last way of getting me out of trouble. It sounds beautiful doesn’t it? It created something beautiful as well, a new person entirely. What else could I ask for? I’m a better person than I was when I was a child. My grandma was the person to pull me out of that “rut”. I wouldn’t have been the person I was If it wasn’t for her
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