My Grandma a"h

There are three kinds of people in this world. There are the “glass half-empty” people. They walk around complaining about how they got the short end of the stick, how life is unfair, and how everything is pretty much miserable. Then there are the “glass half-full” folks. They are all happy and see that their lives are full of goodness. Most people fall into these two categories. But there is that third group, full of rare individuals, who acknowledge that while they might have shortcomings or obstacles to overcome, they are still blessed. These are the people who are just happy to have a glass.

My grandmother was one of these people. Despite a life of pain, she was always upbeat and positive. Her eye troubled her terribly for over 20 years, and when asked how she was, she would say, “the eye is the eye,” and move on to all her blessings—her beautiful children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. No matter where she lived, she made a home. She spread her unconditional love to anyone who had the good fortune to cross her path, and never spoke a bad word about anyone. She had her glass, and she was grateful for it.

My grandmother taught me many things—how to sew, how to tie my shoes, how to swim. But most of all, she taught be how to be awesome despite everything. That no matter what was poured into your glass, and no matter how much, each and every thing was beautiful and worth loving. That just by being who you are, you are fabulous. And of all the lessons she taught me, I hope to continue learning this one the most.