He Is More Than I Ask Him to Be

When you have someone to look up to, a role model, you focus on that person’s actions and try to copy them and apply them to your life. This person is your idol and you try to be like that person no matter what it takes. The person I admire and follow is my grandfather. He is a humble man, with great values, and a unique desire to help others. More than all of these, he is a man that is himself not caring for other’s opinion. He accepts who he is and tries to get others to do the same. This is why I like and admire him so much.

Every kid seems to like his or her grandparents. There is no way a grandparent can say no to a grandchild. If it is the first grandson, they spoil him more. I grew up to see my grandfather as a generous man who would give me anything I asked him for. Sometimes, even more than I wanted. This is just in the nature of grandparents. For some reason, they want to give their grandsons what they did not give their sons. Not in a guilty way but by giving whatever, materially speaking, they did not give their youngsters.

But let us get to know the important person here. My grandfather is a traditional man. He does not do something he has not been doing for the past year. And when he is about to do something new, it is because it has something to do with a custom of his. My grandfather is a man whose habits are in the correct path and you would want to imitate him for you would grow to be a special human being.

His days are a routine. He gets up early in the morning to pray and cook for his wife. He chooses one of his many suits. His suits are the best I have seen ever; they are just amazing. He buys them at a shop called Euromoda in a shopping mall at Puerto Rico. He has been going to this place for years so he gets the best quality suits for the price of middle quality ones. I really wish he were taller—he is about 5’7”—for I would love to have some of his suits. Besides his suits, a trademark that distinguishes him is his hair. He has this white hair with some black hairs left. This is not what makes his hair so different. What does make is hair a unique part of him is the care he gives to it. He combs it at least five times a day. He carries a comb in his pocket and has one every single place he stays for more than an hour.

He wears eyeglasses. They are the regular type of spectacles any old man would wear. They are big, round and with bifocal lenses noticeable. This may seem like normal apparel, but his eyeglasses just make him look more serious. He looks wise and intellectual with them. You look and him and cannot avoid to ask him for advice for his glasses help him look like a person who knows a lot about life, and believe me, he does. He has a look that just penetrates you and lets you know he knows what he is doing and that life has taught him much. He may have those glasses, but he has a sincere look underneath them.

Can people actually talk through their eyes? Can they transfer messages without a word? Yes they can. When your look speaks for you, you have a sincere look. This is one of the traits that I inherited from him that I really like. He has normal, dark colored eyes. It is how he shapes them that let you know he does not have to talk in order to let you know what he means. This is a rather interesting quality not too many posses, and I believe I am blessed to have his sincere look.

Although the physical traits of a person’s mouth would not change your opinion about him or her, the way a person uses his or her mouth does. If we apply it to this profile, I must say that my grandfather has a unique way of using his mouth. His vast and varied language enables him to be a really good speaker. He is not an average good speaker, but the type of speaker that can actually make you follow his beliefs just by talking to you. I am not saying that he uses this gift to take advantage of people, but rather to guide people on the right path.

Although a profile tells all the details about a person, I do not feel describing how my grandfather looks physically can help you. I can, on the other hand, tell you how it is that he uses his body and body parts. His legs are pretty obvious; he uses them to walk like anyone who has legs. His arms are as normal as you would expect them to be. They hold—as expected—his hands. Hands are hands if you look at them. The actions hands are capable of doing and undoing are what make hands important.

My grandfather’s hands are special. They have given me more than I ever could ask for and perhaps more than I deserved. His hands were used to nurture me, take care of me when I was sick and, rarely, make sure I was behaving like I had to. To be honest, his hands make the best cooking I have ever had. I love to stay in my grandparents’ house, and one of the main reasons is because of my grandfather’s cooking. For breakfast he makes scrambled eggs with ham, cheese, and fried plantains on it; for lunch he makes rice and beans with chicken parmigiana. For dinner, my favorite, he makes the best lasagna in the whole world.

His hands also serve as something else which I find amusing. He is an artist and he can make beautiful paintings. He specializes in oil paints. As I grew going to his house, one thing that astonished me was all the paintings in the house. His walls are embellished by paintings made by him and his wife. They are panoramic paintings on which you can appreciate the
beauty of nature in a canvas. He can make mountains, trees, flowers, and water combine together to make a beautiful representation of what natures looks like. He has talent, but that is not all. The best part is I luckily ended up with this endowment. Although not the extent of paintings, my art levels actually go beyond stick figures and are decent enough for me to have won some art competitions when I was younger. He taught me the basics of paintings and told me the rest was for me to discover on my own while I grow around nature. He taught me to express myself through art and let my real “me” project on them.

To be honest, I could just go on and on talking about my grandfather’s physical attributes and how he uses them. But I really do not think a person should be measured by their physical abilities, but what they can do with what God gave them. I sometimes tend to get a bit philosophical on my thoughts. I like to think on how and why things happen. This I owe to my grandfather. He tried to teach me to think about everything I was going to do before actually doing it. He also taught me to think of events from the past and how the influence my future.
He also taught me to live to help others. This is my favorite hobby besides baseball. I can listen to people and, somehow, give the advice they are looking for. I have helped so many people with the ways my grandfather advised me to use but still share one rare similarity with him. No matter how many people I am able to help, I cannot find ways to solve my own problems. Like I said, I live and love to help others but somehow cannot help myself. I still think that no matter how bad I am, I will always find a way to help others.

I love my grandfather and would do anything for him. He taught me to be humble. He taught me to help others. He even helped me when I had trouble with my family, which I am grateful for. What I really appreciate about him is that he educated me, and said the most important thing is that I should always be myself and not let others guide my life and my beliefs. I do that for in my own life and help others do the same. It is an honor to call him my grandfather. It is even more of an honor to have his name.