When my family and I got a call that my grandma fell at her house, I was worried that something had to happen to her. I was worried that she would die, but I knew she was strong. I got a call from my dad saying that she was ok and getting better. That had me say, "Thank God"
I knew my neighbor since I was a toddler and about two years ago she went to the hospital. Her family put her in hospice and for two those two years she has been fighting. Recently, she passed. I didn't want her to go threw with the pain. So, I thanked God that she doesn't have that no more.
My role model is my mom. She is my role model because she tells me what is right and wrong. Also, she gives me good advice when I need it. She always wants the best of me.
My second role model is my dad. He is my role model because if I want something he will try his best to get it for me. He also can make me laugh when I need it.