Hey what’s up guys! 

Doing this assignment made me realize that I don’t really have that much man figure in my life. I assume that most students in this class have a father or siblings. Welp, in my life I got neither (lol). I basically live only with my mom and her sister. That having being said, when asked what man you consider inspirational, I don’t know who to pick than someone famous. But I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to write about a person that I do not have any personal connections with. Therefore, the man that I find inspirational to me was one of the oldest members in my church, who I consider to be until now the manly figure to me. Ralph was born in 1924!!! YUP that long ago, in Japan and due to war and political issues in that country, he and his family took the boat and travelled here to Canada. I remembered him talking about how hard and overwhelming the travel was. He talks a lot actually about how time passed to fast and how technology is growing immensely than he imagined. But yeah, he talks about all the adventures he did before getting old. He was never rich nor poor, but he was super content of what he did for himself, his family, and our church. And that is why I find him inspirational. Despite, the war and sadness of leaving his home country, he never showed his pain. He always kept going in life because at least he got a family, a church, friends, and me. Ralph is kind of hard headed because like he always said “I’ve been here longer than you, I know the ways”. However, he is also super funny and kind. He’s the type of person to give while not expecting something is return, which in today’s day not so many people can do that. Right?

Anyway, before I bore you, for me being inspirational is having an impact in someone’s life. Being valued. Being seen as someone who puts people first before them. And that is what Ralph is all about. Being inspirational starts by little things. Yes, he didn’t change the world or created things, but he was someone with great knowledge and someone full of life. Writing this brings to such memories. Ralph would come in my house every Thursday after his day to see the kids in my house (my mom have a daycare) and he would be so happy. Every time I see that smile my heart gets warm. In all, what he brought to me and my family was nothing but happiness and laugher because that is what matters to us. Anyway, back in 2016 is when things went south and he unfortunately died at the age of 92. He was nothing like you would’ve imagined because at that age he was still driving, drinking beer, and never wore glasses. I hope I become like him when I get older…

May he finds rest and more happiness in heaven… 

xo, Sherrin