Where are My Roots of Optimism?
By Madison Anderson
My Great Grandmother called us every day. Sometimes I wanted to talk, sometimes I didn't. I always thought that If I didn't speak to her something could happen. Was that negative energy? Well that's when Optimism came along. What is Optimism? Optimism is having hope and confidence from the outcome, and it first starts with having positive energy.
We went up to my Great-Grandmother's house and every time we went up there she said, " Have a nice trip." I felt as if that gave me hope and confidence as to having that safe trip. As to my view I realize that that Is optimism. Even when I felt heavily stricken by my grief my Great Grandmother was always there to tell me, "You will be alright." That always made me feel positive about myself.
It is just the smallest things that can mean so much to a person in life. When we went to my Great-Grandmother's house she started coughing and she always said, "I will be alright." She said she felt fine, but she really didn't look alright. That's when I started thinking the worst. She just kept saying, " I will be alright." There was always optimism in her. She always thought so very positively.
My uncle said ,"That's enough, we are taking you to the hospital!" I had to admit that I was pretty scared, but I had to find optimism. At that time, I felt that it was almost impossible to do that.
All I could think of was the worst. Sometimes at your hardest times you have to find happiness in what's the worst in life. I was trying my best to do that, but for some reason it was impossible. When my mom and dad drove us to the hospital, my Uncle took my great grandmother to the hospital. When we arrived we waited in the lobby. A doctor came out and just told us straightforward that my great grandmother had pneumonia and Lung Cancer.
I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to look for optimism. I said to myself what she told me, "It's going to be alright,and she will get through this." I was searching for that little spark that still had hope & faith in it. I did have hope and faith, but I also made sure that I spent every moment with her because you never know. I just wanted to make her happy. I was letting myself know there was at least still hope for my great-grandmother to fight this cancer and become a Cancer survivor. She was so optimistic about her defeating cancer as well. She was so incredibly strong.
I adored her and it was just so hard to endure the fact that she had cancer, but I had to stay strong. My brother was definitely depending on me, and I tried my hardest to show optimism towards him and help him feel positive and look for the positive things in this current situation.
Yes, the sorrow was heavy, but I tried to tell the people around me, who knew her, that it was alright. That is what my great-grandma told me. That was optimism. I told my great grandmother before she passed, "Stay strong and don't quit." I will always remember that, and I will always remember her because all that reflected off of her was Optimism. It was extremely hard not to just think of the worst, but sometimes it was the hardest. How can people stay so happy during rough times? Optimism. Optimism is something I think everyone should have.
In conclusion where do I get my roots of optimism? I stay near people who are positive and have bright minds so that when they are happy they give off optimism to me, and I am able to give off optimism to the others that are around me.
