Significant Moment

I sighed and leaned back into my s sap. It make a squeaky noise. I had in effect(p) been giftn as grant where I needed to write somewhat a person who had do a great influence in my life. As I sit silently and listened in my seat, my mind went racing to the past, searching for ideas and digging up precious memories. It had been years since I looked back at those memories but I still remember them. By the end of class that day, I had already decided on whom to write about. I remember that momentous clipping in my life like it was yesterday.Two years ago on a hot Wednesday afternoon on the month of August, as I was walking home from school, I kept replaying the earlier events of the day in my mind. I was not having a good day. That day during speech class, I failed my first oral presentation. I either could not stop stuttering or talked extremely fast. I was so nervous it felt as if my gut was about to turn itself inside out. kind of of trying to finish my speech, I went back to my seat and glued my head to my desk for the rest of the day.I was abruptly convinced that I just couldnt do it. It took me about at least thirty minutes to get home. By the m I arrived, I was covered in sweat and despite my exhaustion, I was withal stressing about possible ways to make up for my last failure. I tried to shake away the thought as I pushed exonerated the front door. Instantly, I knew that my grandfather was in the kitchen. The cool air that was world dispersed by the ceiling fan was mixed the sweet, soothing spirit of my grandfathers home-made pancakes and freshly brewed coffee.As much as I wanted some of those delicious pancakes, I wanted more to just lock myself in my room and bury my head in my pillow. I attempted to tiptoe through the living room pass the kitchen and take to my room but he greeted me with a voice so intellectual that I found myself seated at the kitchen table without even persuasion about it. After he had set the pancakes on the table, h e pulled up a chair across me, sat down and put his glasses on. For a man of his age, he always seemed younger than he actu aloney is. He wore his usual clothing, the kind he wears on hot days.His Hawaiian shirt would always have the first three buttons unbuttoned. Along with that, he had on his favorite pair of white shorts. Sometimes, I even love if he had been a surfer. He took a sip from his coffee mark and went back to his puzzle book. I took advantage of the silent moment to eat a few pancakes. I hated disappointing him so I decided not to tell him about speech class. After I hastily stuffed myself with eight delicious pancakes and two glasses of iced tea, I stood up slowly making an effort to leave.However, a single question came from him petition if something was wrong made me want to tell him e precisething not because I judge him to tell me it was ok, but because I felt guilty not rotund him. His voice was also so promising that I knew that he would understand. I sa t down in the chair I sat in earlier so that I faced him. After taking quartette deep, cleansing breaths and centered myself, I told him everything. He was a great listener. throughout the course of my explanation, he eventually nodded and sometimes responded with I understand. After I had told him everything, I held my breath and waited for his response. He was quiet for what seemed like a very long time. My forehead started beading up with sweat. I was afraid he might scold me for being nervous in front of a class of only fifteen students. I was also worried about what he might say about my latest F that I received because of my lack of confidence in myself. I was on the door of panic when he finally spoke. I was surprised when he laughed. He literally laughed as if I had told him a very funny joke.Instead of getting angry or disappointed, he patted me on the shoulder and smiled at me reassuringly. He held my hand and told me that I reminded him of himself when he was young. He w ent through equal situations. It was almost impossible for me to believe that. How can he, the first speaker of the merge States of Micronesia and the senior pastor of our church, who always touched the hearts of legion(predicate) through simple words, have the same issues as I? He told me that every time he gave a speech or a message, he was always nervous.He told me that no matter how nervous he felt or how much he believed he couldnt do it, he would always try again. He gave it his all. He kept doing it until he overcame his lack of confidence. No matter how much he wanted to give up, he just kept pushing until he had full assent and trust in himself. Hearing this, especially from him, whom I respect the most, I promised myself that I will always be indomitable in all that I do and try my best to gain self-confidence. His words prompt me and made me see that I already had the persistence and the confidence that I needed.All I needed to do was believe I could do it. Looking back to that significant moment in my life, I recognize that without the encouragement given to me by my grandfather, I do not withdraw I would be as confident and as persistent as I am today. That day he had helped me become more persistent and more confident. That moment will always be forever brand into my memories as one of the most precious ones. Even though the time we spent talking was for a small amount of time, it made a big difference in my life. I am thankful for having B****** H**** as my mentor and most importantly, as my grandfather.