It was a very cold winter in 1960 the day my mother brought me into this world. For the first two or three years of my mother took me around this old lady and I always wondered to myself why she was so nice and kind to me. By my third birthday I was able to talk a little and I heard my boys and sister call this old (grandmother) and as she walk up to me to greet me and hear me say (grandmother) for the first time. From the day forth she always made me feel in my heart she loved me in a way she didn’t love anyone. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother. For many years she was always there to support me and encourage me in making decisions especially when I started college. I remember one time she became very ill. It really scared me and in the back of my mind I wonder how could I go on. If I lost my grandmother this bothered me deeply because I never felt so close to anyone beside my mother. They kept my grandmother in the hospital for almost a year. Every day, after work, I visited her for hours reading her short stories. On the weekend we would have lunch and dinner together downstairs in the hospital cafeteria. One night I prayed for my grandmother to recover. That afternoon on my lunch break something came over me and I decided to go see my grandmother because she had been on my mind. When I got there the nurses greeted me with joy and I had a scene of something wrong. But my grandmother was off I.V. That seem brighten up my eyes when I enter. The person I loved more than anything was back on her feet asking for her playing cards to play solitaire. That day I experience true faith.

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