My grandmother, or granny, is one of the strongest, most compassionate, and generous people I know. She came from a poor family and had to work in the fields picking cotton as a child. She often missed school because she had to stay home and take care of her younger siblings when her mother could not. She raised five children, helped raise eleven grandchildren, and fourteen great-grandchildren. She has cared for the children of friends and relatives during times when their families could not. Granny has spent countless nights at hospital bed sides providing comfort and prayers. Granny has looked after the elder and ill and helped others in any way she could. However, if you mention all she has done over the years she would just shrug and say she just did what needed to be done at the time. For my grandmother, helping others is just a part of life; it’s just the right thing to do. She provided a great role model, but she also included us in her acts of compassion. As a child, many times I followed Granny to the hospital bed sides or accompanied her as she carried food to elderly neighbors. For my grandmother helping has always been a way of life, so now it is for me as well.