The Westward expansion of the United States is no exception. The following will be examples of what some women in particular did to help the cause of westward expansion. One woman that helped westward expansion was Ann Eliza Leavitt. She was a medical expert and she traveled with the westward caravans delivering hundreds of babies. She delivered around six hundred babies and she never once had a death of a child or the woman who was delivering.
Most importantly, through my grandmother’s love of knowing and discovering, she showed me the importance of the mind and the power it gives to us. I am also inspired by my grandmother’s love for volunteering and bringing happiness to the unfortunate. When I was four years old my grandmother first took me to Wrentham Developmental Center to spend time with mentally and physically disabled residents. She introduced me to so many people that have helped shaped who I am. The resident my grandmother spent the most time with was a woman wheel chair bound with cerebral palsy named Nancy.
She had no goal in mind other than to hide and survive. Finally, the man she could refer to as her father showed her a path out of her darkness. She was not cradled, nor pampered, nor abused. He showed her strictness and taught her to believe in herself as he believed in her. With this hope he created life and gave meaning to young adult who had never been given a chance.
I recall calling her in tears, not knowing what to do, feeling as if I was failing as a Mother. But she would always soothe me by saying, “You are a wonderful mom. Your son is just like you; he wants to do everything at his own pace. Have patience my child.” Her faith is like a rock; it will not be broken. With her help and the Lord’s, I have been able to learn how to forgive and let go of pain that had tied my heart down for many years.
Because of her unconditional willingness to take care of me, I have learned that in life it is important to consider others and not merely focus on your personal interests. This has pushed me to take care of my little sister more attentively and to help my mother around the house so that she doesn’t have to do everything herself. A few years ago, I got sick with the flu only a couple of days before my grandmother was set to travel back to Lebanon. My mother had work, my sister had school and my grandmother was suppose start packing. However, almost the entire two days she stayed by my side making me warm soups and teas, ensuring I was comfortable and keeping me company.
* Girl Scouts celebrated their 100th birthday in 2011. * Juliette Low believed that all girls should be given the opportunity to develop physically, mentally, and spiritually. * Every Girl was welcome, no matter who they were or the color of their skin. During her Twenty’s Juliette Low lost her hearing and for this reason she felt it was very important that those with disabilities be included also. * Girl Scout cookies are an icon of American culture.
She cared for individuals young and old. She cleaned wounds and talked with elderly. She started a school in the poorest and dirtiest area that she could see outside her window while at the convent. The first day of school 5 students showed up for class. Mother Teresa did not have any books or teaching tools but with her determination she would still teach.
My baby sister is the one who really takes care of me after a procedure, when I come home all drugged up she has a bed made for me on the couch, she will have a glass of water there waiting for me with a snack, if I need something she is right by my side the entire time. My parents have both been by my side the entire time, they never once would get mad or frustrated with me when I was in pain or taking my frustrations out on them. If it wasn’t for my family, I don’t think that I would have been able to get through and really understand my condition. My contentment with my injuries, as well as the way I viewed myself quickly changed this past summer, as well as how I see other people. I was diagnosed with a condition called RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy).
What is my purpose? Am I a no one like Sardarji’s mother said I am? This fear, anger, and rage that storms within me cannot restore the anxiety flowing through my body for the last four years. But beyond these tears is a strong and smart woman who still has life to give. I will not cry, I will not curse, and I will collect all my wits because I was born a woman I would not pretend.
In this paper I will discuss how she inspired me and in a moment I pulled myself together that I should fulfill my lifelong dream, make her prod and there is nothing that should stop me. I strongly believe that failure is not an option for me in life and I want to carry this message to my child as she grows. I am at a point in life where I look at my life and my future with a very serious and subjective point of view. I was lucky to marry my best friend, the love of my life and the most amazing man and we share a beautiful daughter. Being a mother has been truly a wakeup call and a sincere motivation to continue my education.