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

Since the age of 12, I have struggled to remember what my childhood was the likes of from time to time I regained a little memory astir(predicate) my life. I was brought up by my grandparents, who worked hard every day to practise ends meet for me. However, my life changed on May 25, 1995, when I received a call from Belinda, a friend of the family, saying that my grandparents were in a problematical car accident, and that they did not make it out alive. It seemed as though the creation around me had come crashing down. Then my aunt Joyce, a aim of tierce children and a postal worker stepped up as my care preyr. She ultimately became a person that I looked up to as a undischarged role mock up in my life. Joyce is a hard worker, generous, and a musical accompaniment person who gives good advice.By 13, I was be raised in a second household my aunt Joyce was a single m early(a) of three children. Joyce was a generous person to me she went out of her way to give me ext ra attention when no one was there to console me deeply at night when I had bad dreams about the tragic exit of my grandparents. Even though my aunt had expenses for three children, she still found ship canal to earn extra money, to give me the experience of attending gymnastics and other activities. In her career as a postal worker, she has a temper as a hard worker. She progressed from a mail carrier to on the job(p) 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 spoil me nice gifts. I must say, Joyce is a team player. She has patience to suffer 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 finishing superior school with a 3.5 grade average. When I had a minor bump my 12th grade year, and got pregnant with my son, my aunt told me never to give up one setback is not a life lasting trial by ordeal but a hurdle to overcome.