the person who has had great influence in my life
A Person Who has had Influence on my Life
There¶s always a time in one¶s life, when a hero comes along. Somebody who has inspiredyou, and helped you learn what life is about.I remember it as if it was yesterday, surprisingly, as my state of mind on that cold December night can be described only of numbness and confusion. It was around eight o¶clock p.m.when my mother received a phone call from her brother-in-law, who told her that her sister had just recently been admitted into the hospital after experiencing difficulty breathing andchest pain. When my aunt was diagnosed with coronary artery disease, my family becameworried. A physician had informed us that my aunt would need a Coronary Artery BypassGrafting and she needed surgery immediately.While my aunt spent her time in the hospital with special care, my cousin Mark, who ismentally disabled, spent time with our family. Mark was seventeen at the time, two yearsolder than I was, and had been born with severe mental disorders, which created a widerange of social and physical obstacles for him throughout every day life. He never had anytrue friends because no one could relate to him, and because he was so different fromeveryone else. I must admit that first I was filled with a great deal of uncertainty as to howmuch of a burden my cousin would bring on my family, and looking back it saddens me to seethe ignorance I once displayed. I had passed judgement on him, and proceeded to assumethat the time I was about to be forced to spend with him was bound to seem like an eternity.Over the two weeks that Mark lived with my family, I probably learned more about life and itsmeanings than I ever did before. Thinking back, I took everything in daily life for granted. Inever even thought about being able to do things like walk, brush my teeth, or go to thebathroom on my own. Now I see how lucky I am to be able to do these things independently.Mark was seventeen, and learning on a nine-year-old level. Although his learning
There¶s always a time in one¶s life, when a hero comes along. Somebody who has inspiredyou, and helped you learn what life is about.I remember it as if it was yesterday, surprisingly, as my state of mind on that cold December night can be described only of numbness and confusion. It was around eight o¶clock p.m.when my mother received a phone call from her brother-in-law, who told her that her sister had just recently been admitted into the hospital after experiencing difficulty breathing andchest pain. When my aunt was diagnosed with coronary artery disease, my family becameworried. A physician had informed us that my aunt would need a Coronary Artery BypassGrafting and she needed surgery immediately.While my aunt spent her time in the hospital with special care, my cousin Mark, who ismentally disabled, spent time with our family. Mark was seventeen at the time, two yearsolder than I was, and had been born with severe mental disorders, which created a widerange of social and physical obstacles for him throughout every day life. He never had anytrue friends because no one could relate to him, and because he was so different fromeveryone else. I must admit that first I was filled with a great deal of uncertainty as to howmuch of a burden my cousin would bring on my family, and looking back it saddens me to seethe ignorance I once displayed. I had passed judgement on him, and proceeded to assumethat the time I was about to be forced to spend with him was bound to seem like an eternity.Over the two weeks that Mark lived with my family, I probably learned more about life and itsmeanings than I ever did before. Thinking back, I took everything in daily life for granted. Inever even thought about being able to do things like walk, brush my teeth, or go to thebathroom on my own. Now I see how lucky I am to be able to do these things independently.Mark was seventeen, and learning on a nine-year-old level. Although his learning