the braviest person i know essay
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My mother has faults. She knows it, she won’t admit to being wrong (willingly, at least) and sometimes she makes me want to slam my head against the wall. She knows that, too.
This isn’t about her faults though, except some of her strengths become faults through no fault of her own. Well, mostly no fault.
Good people do good things. That’s my mother.
For as long as I can remember my mother has been the most caring and generous person I know and probably will ever know.
I don’t mean it as any disrespect towards other good people that I know, or a put down to them. It’s just to me, my mother stands out. I mean, she is my mother.
She gets all the blame when something doesn’t work out, and almost never gets the praise when it does. She’s mentioned it before out of frustration and she gets laughed at, hell, I’ve laughed too.
I’ve not given her the credit that she deserves and it’s not because I don’t feel that she deserves it, it’s just…the way we are as a family. It sounds like a cop-out even as I type it, but I don’t know how else to explain it or know why it’s the way it is. We, my whole family, find it hard to admit feelings, not just bad feelings, but good feelings. We don’t tell the people we love that we appreciate something they’ve done (for the most part, this isn’t an absolute statement) as fast as we are to tell them something they’ve done wrong.
It’s as if we just expect the good things to happen and chastise when someone messes up. It’s not fair and I’m just as guilty as anyone.
My mother more than anyone bears the brunt of this family trait. It sucks.
When my mother was caring for my grandmother when she was suffering from Alzheimer’s disease she still managed to do whatever she needed to do (in addition to taking care of her own mother) to keep everyone else happy. She has never been rewarded for going out of her way to do something that no one else was willing or able to do.
She just did it. I don’t know if I could have done what she did.
I would see her tired face, the pain, the sadness, the helplessness and it killed me inside. I’ve never told anyone this, but I suppose now is as good a time as any. It hurt to know that nothing I did would take that pain away from her. I was there one time when my mother needed help getting my grandmother out of the bathroom and into her bed. I did that one time, just once and it’s haunted me ever since. My mother did those things for her own mother every.single.day.
She is stronger than anyone knows, including herself.
She tries to be there for everyone, all of the time. I think she can’t even help it. She just does it.
Like I said at the beginning, my mother has her faults and she knows it, but she may not know how great of a person she is.
I don’t always show it, I don’t always say “thank you” (but I’m getting better) or show appreciation for the things she does and the way she is, but I do know how she is and I do always appreciate her no matter how much her faults make me want to slam my head against a wall.
Even having to type this instead of saying it to her face is hard. I never could have said these words to her, even though I feel them inside. For me, personally, it’s easy to think these things, but it’s scary and hard to say them to the person’s face even though it’s something good.
Mommy, I appreciate you. I appreciate everything that you do for everyone, including me and if I have ever made you feel otherwise I’m sorry.
I love you.
Mahatma Gandhi is called as Mahatma because of his great works and greatness all through the life. He was a great freedom fighter and non-violent activist who always followed non-violence all though his life while leading India for the independence from British rule. He was born on 2nd of October in 1869 at Porbandar in Gujarat, India. He was just 18 years old while studying law in the England. Later he went to British colony of South Africa to practice his law where he got differentiated from the light skin people because of being a dark skin person. That’s why he decided to became a political activist in order to do so some positive changes in such unfair laws.
Later he returned to India and started a powerful and non-violent movement to make India an independent country. He is the one who led the Salt March (Namak Satyagrah or Salt Satyagrah or Dandi March) in 1930. He inspired lots of Indians to work against British rule for their own independence.