My Inspiring Grandma

My modern heroine is my grandmother, the mother of my father. To me, she epitomizes every ideal thing that most youths of my generation don’t have. At her age of 74, she shows no sign of physical breakdown. Except for some wrinkles on her brow that years of patience and persistence in work might have scripted, my grandmother still exudes the vigor of youth. It is from her that I derive my personal principles and philosophy in life. Having gone through the rigors of reality, seasoned by experiences, my grandmother speaks with authority and wisdom.

            My grandmother does not have any spectacular position or material possession. This is true if the basis of spectacle is the way most youths today. My grandmother does not flaunt what she has. Her precious wealth is well-kept within her heart. Actually she can afford the most sophisticated gadgets like iPod, laptop, cell phone, and yes even cars. But she has no penchant for material sophistication. Her simplicity is as astounding as her achievements. Formally uneducated, she fought all odds to nurture all her six children to become professionals.

            My grandmother is my heroine because of her indispensible role upon me in all aspects of personal development and refinement. She is always there to support me especially in times of trouble. She is my guiding star whenever I’m confused by life’s perplexities. She is my perennial source of inner strength because she is a living reminder that it is never impossible for me to emerge triumphant in my own battle in life.