I’ve spent most of my childhood with my grandparents. I really love them and I think they’re great. Even now I prefer spending time with my grandparents instead of my friends. My grandpa taught me to swim, how to ride a bike, how to sew and finally how to drive a car. Now, my grandma taught me millions of different things.
When I was just a little child my grandma taught me to pray. She thought that it was the most important thing a child should know. She also taught me to be thankful for every single day, every opportunity and every meal we had together. She always keeps her faith in God. It doesn’t matter if good or bad things happen to her.
A long time ago my grandma and I were talking in the garden, drinking tea, playing when an ambulance flashed by. She stopped talking and whispered: God, please save them. It seemed so strange and weird to me but I repeated her words right away. She smiled and told me to never forget this. Now, almost 15 years later I still do it. I don’t say it out loud but I do it in my mind. I always ask God to help those in need.
I think the point is not about being religious and believing in God but being empathetic for others and wishing them well when they most need it. Being able to feel sorry for others is a valuable personal trait.
My grandma taught me not only to love my family but also to love homeless, sick, gay and strangers. She always buys food for the poor, participates in food banks and donates to retirement homes. I try to be as generous as her so once a year I give some of my savings to poor people, some of it to animal shelters and a few euros a month to cancer patients.
Most importantly I try to be as nice to everybody as possible. In my mind that’s the most important thing everyone can do to make others feel better. I smile to everybody in the store and I hate when they don’t smile back at me. I always say hello when I enter a full room of people and I hate when people don’t do that. I also always give my seat on the bus to older people and it drives me crazy when teenagers don’t.
I think that if we were even a tiny bit nicer to each other and less self-centered, the world would be a better place to live. My grandma taught me that everything starts from our heads, even if it’s just wishing each other the best. Love, care and respect for others: this I believe.
When I was just a little child my grandma taught me to pray. She thought that it was the most important thing a child should know. She also taught me to be thankful for every single day, every opportunity and every meal we had together. She always keeps her faith in God. It doesn’t matter if good or bad things happen to her.
A long time ago my grandma and I were talking in the garden, drinking tea, playing when an ambulance flashed by. She stopped talking and whispered: God, please save them. It seemed so strange and weird to me but I repeated her words right away. She smiled and told me to never forget this. Now, almost 15 years later I still do it. I don’t say it out loud but I do it in my mind. I always ask God to help those in need.
I think the point is not about being religious and believing in God but being empathetic for others and wishing them well when they most need it. Being able to feel sorry for others is a valuable personal trait.
My grandma taught me not only to love my family but also to love homeless, sick, gay and strangers. She always buys food for the poor, participates in food banks and donates to retirement homes. I try to be as generous as her so once a year I give some of my savings to poor people, some of it to animal shelters and a few euros a month to cancer patients.
Most importantly I try to be as nice to everybody as possible. In my mind that’s the most important thing everyone can do to make others feel better. I smile to everybody in the store and I hate when they don’t smile back at me. I always say hello when I enter a full room of people and I hate when people don’t do that. I also always give my seat on the bus to older people and it drives me crazy when teenagers don’t.
I think that if we were even a tiny bit nicer to each other and less self-centered, the world would be a better place to live. My grandma taught me that everything starts from our heads, even if it’s just wishing each other the best. Love, care and respect for others: this I believe.