What The Importance Of Having A Grandmother As A Child Grows Up

On this blog you will read my different thoughts in relevance of expression on a daily basis. When people can be honest and empathetic, you will hear the words come out to reflect passions or beliefs, and the emotional feelings from my soul. Hear my words from my heart so you can feel that values of my life will come out. I love to write from my heart, because it is open and show the sincerity, and empathetic view on how life should be, and the honesty of one man's point of view. Ever since I was younger, I thought that life is a complex unit. Always not sure of a direction I need to take, and being argumentative. The purpose on why I want to write is because deep down, I am a very sensitive man. Ever since I took care of my Grandmother, I was taught to feel other individuals sorrow. Every Friday I took a bus to my grandmother, and return back by bus as well. Being a caring soul, she taught me to care for all human beings no matter what their beliefs are, or how they want to focus on life. Now I was 14 years old and did something no one ever thought I would do.

I cared very deeply for her, because I felt that guidance from her meant something. I started to feel that I had a purpose in life. The one thing that made the difference she told me, was because I was Jewish. You see in the Jewish Religion, Friday is Shabbos. I went to a local kosher bakery to bring her a Challah (Egg Bread). I used the little amount of allowance I received from my parents for doing chores for the week and freely spent it on her. It is a celebration every Friday to sundown on Saturday. She was 72 years old then, and couldn't bake any more because of having a disability with her hands tremmoring. At that time, they did not have a name for it. What that meant to her, was more then anyone ever did for her.She explained that caring for someone freely, showed how sensitive a person can be from the heart. It is a learned behavior that can't be bought, but only came about because I cared very emotionally for her as an elderly human being she was. I didn't do that for my satisfaction, but for her. She was so over joyed, as there was no one other then me including my whole family that would take the time out of their day to show her that they cared for her enough.

So this started my journey into unconscious views of life. 2 years  passed before I finished High School, and was devastated because she passed away. I couldn't face daily life, because she left me. I had no one other then her that I could of confided in. I was very emotional and sad for about 2 years, when I stoped on thought about her. I started to feel better,because I looked back on what I did for her because it meant so much to her.

Well let's fast forward my life to 2007, when in October, I was deemed 100% disabled at age 52 of having Parkinson Disease. My gate (Walking) was terrible. I had very bad tremors on both my hands. I looked at the disability, and felt resilience. I didn't allow what has taken place to take control of my life.
I take 9 medications a day and I have good days, and bad days, but always never let the disibility get the best of me.
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