I believe everyone should respect each other, be honest and have the freedom to say what they think or believe. I believe that sometimes it is better to tell the truth to everyone even though it might hurt someone’s feelings. It’s better for you to tell that person the way you feel about them or what you think of them. I think it is better for that person to hear this from you not by someone else. Just knowing that you are being true to what you believe in, is your strength to succeed in everything you do. I also believe that respect is something you should always have present in your life, because if you don’t respect you won’t get respected.
I also believe that life sometimes isn’t fair or at least you don’t think it is right. I feel that way sometimes like when my grandpa died, it was really sad, I also thought that it was really unfair. When my mom and my dad left Honduras to come live here to New York and left me with my grandparents. I was really little. I was three years old. I didn’t see my parents for 8 years. It is really sad to live without your parents since when you were three years old. And even thought I was little when my grandpa died I always asked my self why did he have to die? I remember that my mom thought her life was over.
Well, I believe that when you think your life is over you are just not thinking straight and you are not believing in yourself and it’s hard to live and not believe and trust yourself. I believe it’s hard to live without believing in your self, because if you don’t trust your self you won’t trust anyone and you won‘t succeed in the things you do. But let me tell you this is something you need in your life in order to live and not give-up just because someone in your family died. This is part of living and learning how to live. I believe that things happen for a reason a reason that no one can understand, but GOD, because he makes everything happen.
When my grandpa died I was 3 years old, and I felt like it was my father that died, because that was what he was for me. Sometimes I wonder what would of happen to me if he hadn’t die? The way he died was really tragic, because he was going to work. My grandpa’s friend was driving the car, and it was a seat for three so my grandpa was sitting in the middle and his two friends were sitting next to him. They were going to go through a small street, where trucks were not allowed only cars were permitted. But a truck hit the car my grandpa was in and his car rolled over five times. My grandpa died, but his friends survived and they’re still alive. I will always miss the times he made me laugh and the times I would get in trouble and he saw my mom screaming at me instead he would scream at my mom. Like when my cousin and I broke the television he got mad at my mom, because he told her that she couldn’t take care of me I thought it was funny because it was my cousins and my fault.
When my grandpa died, my mom was the most affected one, because my grandpa had told her to cook for him and that when he came back from work he was going to eat the food she had for him. The thing is that my mom still remembers this, because it’s something she can’t forget. Would you forget something like this that happened to you in the past? I wouldn’t, because this was something that made a huge change in my life and everyone in my family changed the way we think, and how we work. My grandpa had a huge cotton plantation that he worked on each and everyday. So my uncles and aunts decided to not continue doing this job any more. I also believe that life is something you have to live as best as you can. I believe that you should respect your parents, because if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here. Your family should mean everything to you like it does to me. This I believe.