My Childhood Memory of My Role Model :: Childhood, Memory, aunts, single mothers,

Since the age of 12, I have struggled to remember what my puerility was like from time to time I regained a little warehousing about my sustenance. I was brought up by my grandparents, who worked hard every twenty-four hour period to make ends meet for me. However, my life changed on May 25, 1995, when I genuine a call from Belinda, a friend of the family, saying that my grandparents were in a bad car accident, and that they did not make it out alive. It seemed as though the world around me had come crashing down. Then my aunt Joyce, a gravel of three children and a postal worker stepped up as my sustentation succumbr. She eventually became a person that I looked up to as a great routine model in my life. Joyce is a hard worker, generous, and a supporting person who gives good advice.By 13, I was being raised(a) in a second household my aunt Joyce was a single mother of three children. Joyce was a generous person to me she went out of her federal agency to give me e xtra attention when no one was there to ease me late at night when I had bad dreams about the tragical loss of my grandparents. Even though my aunt had expenses for three children, she still demonstrate ways to earn extra money, to give me the experience of attending gymnastic exercise and other activities. In her career as a postal worker, she has a reputation as a hard worker. She progressed from a mail newsboy to working inside the Post Office serving the public as a mail clerk. There were times when she had worked long hours on holidays so that she could buy me nice gifts. I must say, Joyce is a team player. She has diligence to take the extra time to explain to the new employees how the job operates.In addition, to being a hard worker my aunt is an excellent role model to me. She told me in order to be successful in life you must set goals to accomplish. The one goal I chose to accomplish was ending high school with a 3.5 grade average. When I had a chela setback my 12th grade year, and got pregnant with my son, my aunt told me never to give up one setback is not a life enduring ordeal but a hurdle to overcome.