Hope
There are many people in the world that live life to the fullest. Some people have different meaning of the word Hope. Keep your head up when life gets tough, don’t give up. I love to live life with the word hope, because I hope for better days to come my way, and I know at the end of the day everything is going to be ok.
The definition of “Hope” is the feeling that what is wanted can be hard or that events will turn out for the best. The verb meaning of this word is; to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence. The verb form used with an object is to believe, desire, and to trust. Many people have different explanations or definitions of the word “Hope”. Some people also look at the for there life story. Hope evolves and explains how they live with hope. My life sometimes revolves around the word of Hope. I have been through so much in my life over the past 19 years of my life. And example of the word hope is a real life story.
When I was a little girl my grandpa was very sick and had to spend a lot of time is the doctor’s office. He didn’t know why he was getting sick so much, because in the mornings he would feel fine, but when it came close to his bed time he would feel really sick, and he would even throw up at night. My family lived with my grandpa because we knew he wasn’t feeling good, so that’s why we wanted to watch over him all the time. My mom felt that we should get home schooled because when my mom was working, she wanted to have us at home so we could watch over him. She didn’t want my grandpa to be left alone, because at some point in his sickness he could barley walk and we had to help him a lot. We all knew that this would affect the whole family in some way, because we wouldn’t be able to do the things we did before, and that scared his grandkids. His sickness didn’t really hit him as much, but when I turned 13 his sickness started getting worse and worse. I felt that now that my grandpa was sick that he wouldn’t be able to be there for me when I grow up. I wanted my grandpa with me when I graduate high school, go to college, graduate from college, get married, and have kids. My grandpa was my best friend and we would always hope and pray that we would be together for the rest of our lives, but we all know that he wasn’t going to live that long, and that made me feel really bad, and depressed, because I wasn’t going to have my best friend around to watch me succeed in life. Weeks passed and passed when he then had to go to the hospital about 3 or 4 times a week. After knowing that, we knew this was serious. A few months passed and he had a heart attack while he was working on his farm. We rushed him to the hospital. The doctors told us the news of the heart attack, and even told us why he has been getting really sick lately. He had diabetes. We didn’t know he had diabetes. This was all very horrible new for the whole family.
Weeks and months passed by and he was still in the hospital. Or whole family members realized that he wasn’t going to be out soon, so some of his family stayed at the hospital. They had that whole side for his family because he had a lot of family members, but not all of them could be there. The experience of staying in the hospital was not good. The food was gross, but at night I would hope and pray that my grandpa would be ok, and that he would be able to come home soon, too be with his family. Later, he had got very sick, to where he was on his death bed. The doctors didn’t let the family members see him because his condition was fatal. The doctors then told us that they have to amputate his leg. We all started to crying because we knew this would be the last time we would be able too see my grandpa again. He only had a couple weeks to live, that all of his grandchildren wrote him letters, and poems. I wrote a poem about praying and hoping. This poem meant a lot to me because every night and day I would pray so much and would hope that my grandpa would be ok. We all wished that my grandpa didn’t have to go through this. Most of the grandkids couldn’t read them out loud to him because they all started crying, because they couldn’t stand to see him on his death bed. A month later we got the news that he was talking and opening his eyes. We all hoped and prayed that he would be alright, and that’s when the word hope came out to me. Hope can get you in life and get you where you want to be in life.
Even though we hoped and prayed for him every day, it didn’t help as much as we wanted it too. He later passed away two weeks later. The thing that surprised the whole family and me was that the doctors told him and our family that he only had a couple weeks to live. He ended up living for about a month and a couple weeks longer. We believed in the word hope, and if you do too it can bring you joy in life in any way you want it too.
