Narrative essay

Keeping strong in hard times.

         As I recently read, “Life is 10% what happen to us and 90% how we react to it” by Dennis P. Kimbro. First, something difficult happened in my home, especially to my grandmother. As I know her during my twenty years and I have lived with her, I have learned my manners from her. Still, I am continuing learning how to live and how to face what life brings to me. However, what would happen if one day the person who you have lived with your entire life, changes completely and suffers because of an illness? Would you cry every since you watch this person or would you give them a strong smile?

          One important and respected person in my life is my grandmother. First of all, I have shared great and unforgettable moments with my grandmother; also I remember every moment I have shared with her even if she did not use to treat me as sweetly as I wanted in that moment. In addition, I have known my grandmother since I was in my mom´s belly and I have lived with her since this time. Therefore I have earned a lot of good lessons and love from her; Moreover, I know how she used to be and how she has changed throughout the years. I have a deep memory of my grandmother in my heart and it is not going to be erased.

            My grandmother has helped me since the beginning of my life, one day before my birth on a rainy night; my mom started her pregnancy pain, however my mom and my grandmother were completely alone at home. Consequently, my grandmother had to look for help around the neighborhood, with her wet clothes until she found a man who helped her. Years went by, and as living being I grew up. As my mom is a single woman who affords my family, my grandmother took care of me. Therefore, every value and manner I have is because of her and it is a think that makes me grateful. Undoubtedly, I cannot figure out what would have happened without my grandmother´s help in my life.

        Although, we might think grandmothers are cozy and sweet, mine was a little different. First, kisses and hugs were not her common shares; now, for me those are not necessary things to share love. Still, she showed me love with her actions, as an active person she used to be. I remember when she waited for me in the gate of my house every day no matter hours or weather; also I remember her bright smile and tender voice welcoming me at home. Of course, I felt warmth and loved. But, I noticed something happened to her, she was more tired and her health got worse and I started to worry. Even if my childhood was a little different I am satisfied with it, yet I wondered for my grandmother´s health.

       Bad news came to me without my permission destroying everything in my life. To start, I knew something was happening to my grandmother, however when I heard the news I could not believe it; moreover I could not believe that the strong woman I had known suffered a cruel illness which just not only affected her but also me. Indeed, we lived hard times; such when I had to stay at the hospital though it was for my grandmother sake, then it was not as difficult as I thought. Every of those events made me think; bad things happen whenever they want making everything troublesome but those things made me strong.

       My world just needed one day to blow down and to become dark. I did my boring daily routine and went to the University. Everything was normal, until I got home. I saw my grandmother was not in the gate of my house; “she would be doing the dishes in the kitchen”, I thought. I could seem her around the house, but she was not at home. After that, I looked for her, nevertheless I just found my little brother crying in the living room. He told me what had happened; my grandmother could not breathe and my mom took her to the hospital. Lately, I thought that everything was a dream and that things may become normal the next day.

        It was not a dream, it was reality. Next day, I went to the hospital to take care of my grandmother. Before I entered the room, I prepared myself not to cry, “Strong girls do not cry” I said. Evidently, the first thing I saw was a cannula in her arm, with an oxygen tank next to her and, several hematomas were in her body, because of the injections nurses put in her. However, the first thing she did when she saw me was gave me a cute smile with eyes still bright. Indeed, that was painful trying not to cry, moreover I am not a strong girl, my tears flowed without my permission and the restroom was my comfort zone. Then, I performance a smile on my face and took care of her as nothing had happened

           Life put into my hands a challenging proof which I am learning how to afford it. The huge change my grandmother had chocked me. However, she is still my lovely grandma. Although it is difficult to accept a new beginning, I just need to keep on fighting. Moreover, I just need to focus in enjoy every single day next to my grandmother. Life is mischievous and it can astonish me with a new kind of news whether good or bad news. Now, I know that I just have to defeat each proof that comes in my life.

      A huge change came to my life making everything different. I know things are not going to be as in the past were. Still, it is an immense change that my grandmother has in comparison how she used to be. One such example is she cannot live without an oxygen generator, since she has pulmonary fibrosis. I can see that she wants to be as she used to be; I just can force her to stay in her boring bed. Second, she usually forgets everything, besides that I have to repeat or listen to the same thing several times at day. Yet, I am glad she is alive and I got a new rhythm in my life. It is difficult to adapt to a new kind of life, but my grandmother’s happiness makes everything worth.

   Certainly if an appreciated person suffers, we will do as well. One reason is because this person becomes part of our life, mostly if this person has always lived with us. However, we do not win anything with crying than waste time that we could take advantage of and delight. Truly, we cannot stop what life brings to us yet; we do can overcome and started things again. Furthermore, we can keep good memories which happened in the past, defeat proofs which will come every day and besides that start a new joyful life. Now the answer is clear, which defines if things are bad or good; no matter if it looks worse than better, evidently is our attitude.