“She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings.” - Ariana Dancu My heart pounded and my hands shook as I heard the overture begin for the show I was playing my first leading role in. I began to feel uneasy as I peeked out of the curtains to see a full audience whose eyes for all be on me any moment. As I scanned the audience, my head began to feel lightheaded from nerves and I felt as though I was going to pass out. My eyes landed on my grandma, sitting front row, smiling at me, reassuring me. In that instant, I knew everything would be okay and I was going to make her proud, regardless of how my performance went. She always had a knack for …show more content…
She grew up on a farm in Missouri helping her mother tend to the crops and animals while pursuing her love of adventure in Meramec Caverns, her first job and the place she met my grandpa. They, of course, fell in love and got married and were working side by side until my grandpa to serve in in the United States Air Force. While he was gone, she struggled like any women in that time period would have, but she managed exceedingly well. She built her entire home and career by herself while my grandpa served. She worked tirelessly to be the top financial adviser for her company during a time when women were not common in the workforce and men were seen at the primary breadwinners and successors. She led a tremendously successful career all while raising a family on her own. My grandma taught me what it means to be a strong woman and how to conquer anything even if it may seem insurmountable. That is why when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease it was hard for anyone in our family, including her, to see what was …show more content…
She was always front row of every one of my theater performances cheering me on. She paid for my acting classes, allowing me to pursue my passion. She was my motivation to not only work hard at what I loved to do but to also build character through the arts and strengthen myself. After she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, he would still come to all my shows, but could not hold her memory long enough to comprehend my performances. There was no applause from her, no cheering, only silence. By the time I was performing my last few shows my grandma was too far gone to leave her bed. I cried before my last performance knowing she would not be out there in the audience to see me take my final bow. I felt as though I had lost my biggest
Listening, I could hear them, the persistent sound of chatter and laughter. The roar of ambient joy rang from the house and into the ears of everyone behind the scene. You never know what to expect when you're standing backstage; you never know what's going to happen. Thousands of thoughts and worries are bouncing around your head. What if I mess up my life? What if I miss my cue? What if I forget how to speak? It isn't until that very precise moment when the audience's voices have hushed to a whisper and directly before the curtain has opened that your mind becomes clear. You forget all about the hundreds of people that came to see your show. You forget all about the friends you have in the audience just waiting for that moment when you have to do some embarrassing stunt on stage to capture it on film. You even forget all about who you are and all your worries. In that moment, you are an actor.
In that moment, I knew I was going to become a theater nerd, not fully immersed but I’m getting there. After “Wicked”, I then saw what till this day is my favorite musical, “The Lion King”. And then to my surprise, not even half a year later, because of my love of the show and how much it changed my views of art, my dad said we would see it again in December. He realized how much musicals affected me, both my parents had. In seeing it the first time I had chosen that I wanted a future in the arts because of how much this musical influenced
As I sit here writing this research paper on the fourth anniversary of my grandfather’s death to Alzheimer’s, I cannot help but to feel especially connected not only to the physical destructiveness of the disease, but also to the emotional tolls associated with having it affect a family member. When I was in my freshman year of high school, my grandpa (mother’s father) began his steady decline from his diagnosis of this ailment. A man who I knew my whole life to be strong and independent started to become physically fragile and even more mentally so; after some time, he began to show signs of drastic memory loss, constant confusion and a hazardous inability to perform tasks once done with minimal effort. The onset of these debilitations had an immeasurable impact on my family. My grandmother (his wife) possessed the largest burden of the constant care for my grandfather as he slid into a state of powerlessness and incapability for basic self-maintenance. However, since my grandma never learned how to drive, taking full care of my grandpa become a near impossible task. After nearly a year and a half of my family witnessing my grandfather losing himself to Alzheimer’s, my family decided to place him in a hospice care facility that could provide him with the proper care before his inevitable passing to the disease a few months later.
Don’t let your nerves get to you. It was a Friday afternoon in the hot, muggy, and humid auditorium. It was the opening of our new musical, Little Shop of Horrors. All I could see when I looked through the blue curtains of the stage were all the people talking and carrying on about their children. Of course people are going to brag about their kids, it’s acting. Some kids are good, some, not so much. I’m freaking out because this is the first time I’ve been on stage to act in a musical since I was in elementary. I was all nerved up and persistently telling myself, what are these people going to do if I mess up? What if I look funny? I was getting overwhelmed and agitated.
My grandmother was a strong woman. No matter how strained my families’ relationship could be at times, I loved her unconditionally. She was the woman who would buy me gallons of ice cream and soda frustrating my mother to no end. Whenever I spent the night she would let me stay up as late as I wanted watching TV. Crossing the street to my grandparents’ house was a daily event, which I looked forward to every morning I woke up.
We walked into the school grabbing our cases from the truck and the buses. I walked into the building with the rest of the band. Moments have passed before it was our time to go on stage. My heart was pounding and it felt like my legs would give out any second. We went out in front of the audience, standing in front of our seats waiting for our cue to sit down. A few moments later we started our first song. It went as great as could have. Now it was time for “The Witch and the Saint”. It was time to play the piece that I’ve been waiting on since we received it. It’s time. All of our hard work was about to pay off. This was our time to shine. It was our time to show everyone that we aren’t just an opening act to symphonic band. Our band was
As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
Argument Paragraphs 1 & 2 Is the American dream attainable to everyone legal and non legal, yes it is every person who steps into the United States of America has the opportunity to acquire the dream of being a free citizen with an educational career and occasional chance to have great job opportunities define and achieve one's purpose in life. Insights that will appeal to anyone seeking to bring personal success into the workplace”. The author Andrew threw in a sentence on his positive aspects of the American Dream defining that if you are able to achieve a goal, taking chances of the opportunities that are given in the United States creates a purpose for an objective goal. Another great explanation for the freedom of having a successful life
She is a multi-talented women with determination and believes if you set your mind your goal there isn't anything that you can't achieve. My grandma wasn't able to be somebody that gave a lot of influence and didn't meet some of her goals, I am proud of her intelligence and how much she was able to do independently. Even as a grandma she loves to learn and presently is learning English. She is almost eighty years old and she looks like she is only sixty. Even now as a grandma, she is active and passionate about education. She encourages me to get a
My grandmother, Ellen “Eileen” Mary Mulleady was born December 8th 1934 in Cloonkeen, Co Roscommon, Ireland as the 3rd oldest of a family of 8 children. She lived with her 7 siblings, mother, father, and grandmother. Her father was a farmer and raised cattle, and her mother worked outside a lot, so her grandmother took care of her and her siblings most of the time. Her grandmother would hum tunes for them to dance to and make 7 loaves of bread a day. Eileen had to do daily chores, such as bringing in turf from the bog, picking vegetables, and milking the cows.
I thought everything was perfect, just as I wanted it. When we arrived at the Sunrise Theatre, I was nervous, but beyond excited to be there. During the concert I was having a fantastic time, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Although the audience was having fun, the performer seemed to be slightly exhausted, granted he was seventy-two years old. After I heard him cough, things didn’t seem right to me. I then became concerned that my worst fear, of watching someone I love die, would come true. I didn’t want Frank Sinatra Jr to become a thing of the past. I needed to calm myself down so, during the intermission I was able to take a few deep breaths tell myself, “Everything is going to be
This lady is the most wonderful person I 've ever met. She is old, affectionate, and intelligent. It took me eighteen years to realize how much this extraordinary person influenced my life. She 's the type of person who charms everyone with her stories and experiences. She always time for her family and friends. She is the kind of leader who does everything to keep her family together and in harmony. She is my grandmother.
We played outside and had a busy schedule everyday that took our minds off our mother. My grandma was a mother figure and could cook. She made sure we were all okay and I had Christmas there. But it was they year after I went to my Aunt’s. I lived with my grandma from first grade to the end of third grade. My grandma took us to go see our mom one day and my mom was a changed woman. She was chunky, smart, off the drugs, found a boyfriend that became her husband, and she was just better. They got married. We moved back with my mom after that. I have never see a person make a bigger change than her. My mom is my hero and a role model that never give up no matter how hard things might get. My grandma was sad that we came back with my mom. My mom gave my grandma 2 thousand dollars every other week to help out. My mom finally got her life back with her
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me
Two years ago today my great grandmother passed away from old age and suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. Although all of my memories with her are vague, I will never forget the happiness that emanated from her when you were around her. Even in her last days, when she could barely remember her own children, you never saw her without a smile on her face. And that to me is something that I will carry with me for as long as I