Didn't get a good blog out last night and I had wanted to. (Mom shut off the computer and told me she wouldn't make me breakfast if I went back on) I figured eating this morning was slightly more important than blogging last night. So here I am today. Today was a decent day, Model European Union sucked bad. I contemplated doing bodily harm just to leave the room, but i abstained, like i did from most voting procedures as well because i didn't know jack about any of the topics at hand. On the bright side I was among friends, except this really snotty, annoying girl who represented the UK.
After EU i was fortunate enough to go to the Pens game with my grandfather, grandmother, and my lovely sister Jenny. The Pens didn't play well, but it was fun sitting there listening to my Grandfather tell me stories about the old times in hockey. I could sit down and talk to my grandpa for hours on end and never once wish I was anywhere else. He is a truly inspiring man. A man i look up to more than anyone else in the world.
Didn't plan on my blog turning to my grandpa but it seems that's the way my mind is wandering so who am I to try and stop it?
Plain and simple my grandfather came from nothing and is today a very very successful man. He earned a full scholarship to Pitt for caddying(trust me I didn't know they did that either) And from there he worked his way all the way up through US Steel, the highlight of his career being that he was the youngest vice president of any branch of US Steel. More than what he did in his job is what he has done for my family. He set my uncle up his own finance company, which he, along with some of his wealthy friends, invest in and do extremely well with. He helped my mom while my dad went to rehab and he helps out anyone when money is tight. My grandpa is much more than just a bailout though, he's a loving person. He's a cultured person. And, I believe, he is a happy person. I want nothing more in my life than to be the third. I hope to one day mean as much to somebody as he means to me.
Recently I've began to feel a little happier. Maybe it's having a job to spend some time at, or maybe it's just me choosing to be happy. It's probably the second because who really likes their job?? Well whatever it is in my life that's making me happy I hope it stays. Life is good. And all is quiet on the western front. (Mrs. Burnett reference anyone?)
NP: 100 Years- Five for Fighting
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