As I grew older my grandfather would help me stone the pathway to the man I am today. He started me off young, by working me to the bone. He would give me an endless list of things to do around my grandmother and his house that weren’t easy for a young boy. Cleaning the whole place top to bottom to the point you could eat off any surface. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to clean he was teaching me. Some may think (even my parents) the way in which he worked me would be cruel but it has made me have a strong work ethic that I am able to obtain still to this day. He pushed me when I was down because he knew if I was able to crawl that there was still enough energy left in me to keep moving forward. He was right, I could keep going even when I thought I couldn’t. It turned me into a person who was not afraid to take on new tasks, and when tasks are thrown at me to take them with the out most concentration and hard work to complete them. He always emphasized on “when the going gets tough keep on going.” This trait is resilience and I feel like I have an astounding amount of it with in me.
Now with being so resilient you may be able to burst through any assignment thrown at you but you cannot do that without having any patience. Patience is hard for the average person to understand, we all tend to throw are hands up when we don’t understand something or even before we attempt to understand something. My grandfather made sure that in life you need to have a high tolerance of patience. He showed an astounding amount of patience when teaching me things. As a matter of fact he taught me how to shoot a basketball. I would shoot and be so far from even reaching the hoop. He would grab the ball and show me how to position every muscle and bone in my body in order to get that crisp shot off and in the end get the ball inside the hoop. See with patience comes perfection, they go hand