Everyone has a place in the world, something they are supposed to do while alive. Some purposes affect a larger group than others. But, each one is of equal importance and value to the world. Some are negative, others are positive. Yet, the negative are not completely negative. The act might be beyond dark. But, the effect on Earth’s people (even if it is one) teaches lessons to those who know or had close acquaintance with the event.

My great grandmother, may she rest in peace, was a Lebanese immigrant whose impact was beyond monumental proportion and value. There was not one sole act. It seemed as if every action, word, and feeling she displayed was of genuine kindness. Since she grew up in Lebanon she was kept from education, and barely new which country she came from. She came to America at the ripe age of fourteen with my great grandfather (also the same age). They gave birth to infinite/untraceable amounts of children. And, worked there way up to living an extremely modest form of the american dream. Later, her soul-mate died. Yet, she found strength to remain. And, through her strength more sincerity grew. As a brittle woman who lived far into her nineties, she welcomed the strangest strangers to her home, those who required help. No second thoughts of fear of those people came to her. She only realized their despair and repaired what she could with understanding, love, and food. Her naively peaceful demeanor and simplicity only aided in nursing.

Her doors were always left unlocked. She used whatever, and everything, she had. Although eventually requiring assistance, self-dependence remained. She lived on things she grew, applying her life’s purpose to every day, without strain, second guessing, or doubt. Body/ability was diminishing, yet soul determination rooted.