How a Little Thing Can Make A Big Impact

How a Little Thing Can Make A Big Impact

With a fish hook and pliers

When I was little, I somehow got a splinter in my foot. I walked on my foot and winced and yelped in pain as I stepped. My dad, being the unofficial surgeon that he was, decided to take this into his own hands.

He sat me down on a tall chair in the garage and got out his pliers and a fish hook. (Can you tell he was a single dad? Not a single pair of tweezers under his roof.) He took my foot into his lap and examined it. I stared at him terrified. He started poking around and I whimpered in uncomfortableness. He got the splinter out with very little incision and very little pain. I was shocked when he put the splinter in his hand and showed me how tiny it was. I looked at him like, "That was it?" And I admired him for saving me.

As a dad, it is in the manual that he is supposed to kill bugs, remind me I am worth it, teach me life skills and remove splinters. He took the time to find this wee little splinter and take away the pain because he loved me. He easily could've left it in for the night (it was very late at night) or told me to soak it and we'd look the next day, but he knew to get it out as soon as possible. He saw the hurt in my eyes and just wanted to take it away. I know he found enjoyment in getting to play operation, but he also found peace in making me happy again.

When my dad took the tiny splinter out of my foot I realized the impact such a tiny thing could have on my life. The pain this splinter caused me was so big, I still cringe at the thought of it. But the splinter was so small! How could something the size of a grain of rice effect me? Well, it's just like every little moment can become a memory. Every little word can become engraved in my brain and remembered forever. Even when someone else doesn't think it's a big deal, it could be a big deal to me or you.

This incident was very minor, small and easily forgettable. But when my time was cut short with my dad, I tried to gather all my memories with him. I remembered this splinter because of the fact that it was so tiny but cause so much pain. It was such an odd thing to younger me.

The little impact my dad made on me by taking the splinter out of my foot became something more than just a memory. It became a lesson without him even knowing he was teaching.

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.

The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.


the loving granddaughters

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I have heard that college students are more accepting of disabilities than most high schoolers, which puts me at ease a little bit.

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I am also realizing as I go through the roommate process that students are not properly informed on disabilities and how to treat others with disabilities. I shouldn't have to worry about if people are going to accept me for something I can't control. Students should be nice and accept people of all different abilities. But it's easier said than done.

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