The Inspiration

I ran through the empty hallways of a clean, vacant church. As I turned the corner I entered into the sanctuary. There I saw my grandpa, the pastor of the church I had been playing in, standing at the podium, preaching away. He looked so serious, so believable and so comfortable.
My grandpa had been a pastor from before I can remember. He started his own church on his own money, believing my grandma and he could survive on the little money they had. My grandpa is a strong believer and also my inspiration.
My grandpa inspires me to be more like him. He is always trustworthy, honest and truthful. I strive a little more every day to be more like him. When situations are ruff I know I can turn to him, and when I need comfort or a “father figure”, I know he is always there.
Every time I am around him, I can’t help but smile. He is so encouraging and uplifting. I love how he knows I am having a bad day, and when I do, he turns it around for me by cheering me up and taking me shopping. I love my grandpa so much. He is everything I want to be. So whenever some one asks me who I admire most, it doesn’t even take me a second to think. My face lights up and I will grin a little and reply, “My grandpa”.