There is someone I respect from the bottom of my heart. It is my grandfather. Today, I will tell you a little about him.

Today I will share with you about a person that I respect from the bottom of my heart. That person is my grandfather.

When I was very young, he would take me to go play on the beach, swim in the ocean, or swim in the river, and when it got dark he would read me folk tales or some other book and he always made me have a good time. Whenever we met someone, he would always proudly announce that I was his treasure and, at these times, I would feel shy.

When I was very young boy my grandfather would take me to play on the beach, swim in the ocean or swim in a river. In the evenings he would read folk tales or some other book to me and we would have a marvelous time. Whenever we met someone, he would always proudly announce that I was his treasure which would make me feel slightly embarrassed and shy.

Also, my grandfather didn’t discriminate against anybody. He loved everybody, especially children, and was called “granda” and adored by everyone. I still think about how he would keep candy and loose change in the car to give to children he might happen to meet.

In addition to loving me, he shared his love indiscriminately with everyone. He especially loved children. He was known by all as “granda” and was adored by everyone. I still remember how he would keep candy and loose coins in his car to give to children he might happen to meet.

My grandfather was a persistent person and, according to a relative, before opening his propane store, he peddled katsuobushi (dried bonito) and hanakatsuo (dried bonito flakes), pulling his cart over 12 miles over unpaved roads every day. Even when his throat was dry and he wanted to drink a bottle of cider, his child’s face would appear before him and he would bear with it and just drink spring water. I think it is because he was that kind of grandfather, that he was able to survive his apprenticeship when he was in junior high school, going off to war, being interned in Siberia, being a fisherman, peddling hanakatsuo, and running a propane store.

My grandfather was a persistent person. A relative told me that before opening his propane store, he peddled katsuboushi (dried bonito) and hanakatsuo (dried bonito flakes) and would pull his cart over 12 miles of unpaved roads everyday! Even when his throat was dry and he wanted to drink a bottle of fresh cider, the image of his child’s face would appear in his mind and he would decide against it drinking only spring water. I think it was because he was a special kind of grandfather. He was able to survive his apprenticeship when he was in junior high school, he was in the war, he was interned in Siberia, he became a fisherman, he peddled hanakatsuo and he finally ended up running a propane store.

My grandfather’s existance meant a great deal to me, the strength of his will to absolutely follow through once he had decided to do something and the kindness that he wrapped me in. I feel a deep sense of pride that I am the grandson of such a man.

I always feel that he is constantly watching over me from heaven. I think that is why I have been able to walk the path to better myself with all my might.

My grandfather’s life has meant a great deal to me. He had the strength and will to complete everything he set his mind to do and was also very kind and loving to me. I feel a deep sense of pride that I am the grandson of this wonderful man.