Personal Narrative-I Never Knew Hard Work

I Never Knew Hard Work Until My Grandfather Taught Me
We arrived at my grandfather’s house, and I had on my baggy work clothes as usual. We just came from church, and it was about 1 pm in the afternoon. My mom pulled up in the driveway, and my eyes lit up instantly. My mom and uncle were talking about some church activities, but my mind was elsewhere. I saw the plants weren’t trimmed, the gigantic pile of wood hadn’t been chopped, and the leaves scattered in the yard. My uncle and I simultaneously shook our heads and let out massive sighs. At that exact moment, we knew today was going to be a long day.
The weather is confusing in Blackstone, VA because there were leaves on the ground, but I couldn’t feel my fingers due to the freezing cold. I had on like three jackets because it gets extremely cold in the country. After I got out of the car, I took the groceries from out of the trunk into the house. My grandad was in his favorite chair at the table waiting for me. He always referred to me as “moon regulator” because he believed since I was tall I could touch the moon. As soon as I got in the house, I took off all my jackets because the heater was on. I would make jokes about the heater because it was one of those cast iron wood stove heaters that gets excruciatingly

When we finished eating, we started playing Scrabble, and I was winning the game. As soon as we were getting ready to leave, a significant moment in my life occurred. I came over to the table where my grandfather was sitting, and he shook my hand like a man. He handed me twenty dollars, and he said to me, “Good Job.” My grandfather just passed recently, but I will never forget how he instilled a strong work ethic in me. I learned hard work pays off eventually. He realized my potential, and he always gave me impossible tasks to challenge me. I am grateful for the life lessons he taught me, and I will remain hard-working to keep him