<p>I am questioning the strength of my essay. I know in no means that it is spectacular. I however would still like your opinions on it. i used it for brown, and i am mostly insecure on the length of the essay, and its content. </p>
<p>The sultry summer air blows through the curtains into the brick home. An old frail woman with long gray hair stands by this open window. She is seen standing over a pot of boiling soup. Her hands shake as she pours this soup into a ceramic bowl. With frail and delicate hands, she passes on this warm and soothing soup into hungry, needy hands. </p>
<pre><code> The frail hands in the above description represented the caring hands of my grandmother. Her benevolent attitude in life impacted everyone around her, including me. My first impression of my grandmother was when she championed a hunger drive to feed the beggars in our neighborhood. These simple steps to provide for the wellbeing for not only her extended family, but also to the neighbors in her village convinced me of the need to help others. Through her actions, she reminded me the kindness of the human spirit. As a result, I continue to volunteer in my neighborhood hospital to help those who are in their direst time of need.
She constantly reminded me of the need to help your family and your neighbors. She portioned out her meager salary not only to her extended family but also to whoever came to her door for aid. This extraordinary measure of kindness opened my eyes to the disparities that existed within my country. I began noticing the hungry children begging for a few morsels of food every night, the family that lived on the street a block from me, the children with tattered clothes, the group of people who worked to clean my homes, and the rich man who lived up the street in a mansion watching this. Through her simple actions, she extended my sights beyond myself into the world set around me. This world was filled with pain and sorrow, but with a few willing to give aid, the world slowly recovers.
Even in her passing, her presence influenced me. She was a kind but stubborn woman, who refused to seek aid in her time of need. She was diagnosed with hypertension, and she refused to believe the extent of this detrimental disease. Her lack of knowledge of the severity of the disease led to her horrendous decision. She refused to succumb to taking medicines, which could have extended her life span. One dreadful night, she woke with a scream and fell into a coma. It took approximately 55 minutes for care to arrive at her home. The circumstances of my grandmother's death aroused my interest in healthcare. Even today, her frail image in a crimson sari drives my passion to aide those who are less fortunate. In her dying moment, she passed the boiling soup from her frail hands to mine.
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