My Grand Hero
Compassionate by nature. Optimistic by heart. These qualities attribute to the character of my grandfather - my hero. He is the symbol of an indefatigable spirit, a never ending fire. Whenever there is a job to be done, he will see through it till the end, no matter what. Moreover, grandfather always lends a helping hand to those who are in need. In my hour of anguish, he comes and places an assuring hand on my shoulder before uttering words of consolation and encouragement - failure is just another path in life, another step to success.
These words have become my guiding hand in life. Whenever I am unable to accomplish a task or get criticise by my peers, I will feel lugubrious. However, looking back at his words, I am reminded that the problems I'm facing are part and puzzle of life. Another step to success.
Nevertheless, grandfather always empharsises on the idea of hope; that each second we take may be a doorway to infinite possibilities. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. His words encourage me to persevere - whether I did study for a test or not, I must always attempt my best. Without his advices, I may have slacken in my studies!
Grandfather is devoted to render a helping hand to people who are in need. Although my grandfather isn't affluent, he will try to assist in any possible way. More or less he fetches a couple of apples from his garden and dole out to the poor hungry masses - a sign of his compassion. A philantrophist of my word. On the other hand, grandfather is a person who I seek solace with at times. Teachers reprimanding me for my indolence of not doing homework can leave me quite downtrodden. So I find relief having a conversation with him. And his words never fails to brighten my day!
He is also an energetic man, constantly exercising to maintain a pink of health. Plus he frequents the garden, sowing apple seeds. Sometimes when I am there, he preaches patience. " A seed may seem dead, but if you shower care and concern long enough, it will eventually grow to your fruit of your success." grandfather philosophised. His words of wisdom often intrigues me to know their meaning.
Looking back at the sands of time, I could recall an incident which impacted me greatly.
It was seven years since I was born. Grandfather at that time had a few strands of black hair anchored to his scalp. At the park, I was playing hide-and-seek with my younger sister. Grandfather warned that we should not venture to far off, lest we might get lost. Young and immature I was, I did not heed his words. Instead, I felt a burst of vigour and excitement to wonder off in the park.
I could hear the faint sound of sister's footsteps. They were picking up pace. My heart went dub-dub-dub madly. In response, I hid behind a mass of bricks. I was standing on a wood-covered well while keeping an eager vigil for my sister's presence. Her footsteps soon became more perceptible. I peered overhead and suddenly........the wooden platform gave way. I led out a cry.
Plunging from a height of about there metres, I landed like a boulder on a relentless bottom of the well. The impact of the fall caused me a fractured arm and bleeding legs. The excruciating pain stung my injured arm like a bee while my legs were partially saturated in crimson red blood. Furthermore, the poor light intensity of the well left me with the perception that the well was about to engulf me. Fear crept in.
A silhouette was cast as I peered upwards to the sky. It abseiled downwards while being secured by a tight rope. Sister was looking downwards and then I knew it was grandfather. He stretched his hand and hoisted me onto his strong arm. " Why do we fall?" said grandfather.
Back to reality, that is all that I could remember. Anyway, this incident scarred me for the rest of my life. It plays as a reminder for me to pay attention to my grandfather's advices. Grandfather is my saviour, the one who rescued from the depths of darkness. He is the one who shines a ray of hope on me, care for me and brings about the aspects of life that we should treasure - compassion and optimism. This essay is a debt of gratitude for all that he has done for me and without him, life can be quite unimaginable.
And why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up!