Here is another, but for fsu
Vires, Artes, Mores, these three little words fifteen letters, have such a huge meaning. I get my strength from the values that my parents have instilled in me from the time I was born. It was summer of eighth grade. My grandfather had become ill. My parents decided to bring him to our house so that they could care for him. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer with a very grim prognosis. In the next weeks to come, we had hospice at our house on a daily basis. This had turned our lives upside down. My brothers and I had prayed for the very best outcome, but we knew that there was no best outcome. We knew that he was dying. From that point on, my brothers and I tried to help as much as we could. I woke up and would sit with him during the night. In those last few days my grandfather would tell me to always do the right thing in life. Be the best person I could be. I knew from that point on, that I would always be the best I could be. I had also learned to live life to the fullest and no matter what always strive to be the best.
It was the early morning hours of July 4th. I had committed to march in a parade for our city with my cheerleading team. I could tell by the look on my mothers face that something was wrong. She had called my other grandmother, to come pick up my brothers. She took them to her house. I got back from the parade at noon. There were relatives at my house. I walked in and saw my parents crying. They had told me that my grandfather died. My heart sank. He was the love of my life. I cried myself to sleep that night, and kept remembering what my grandfather and I had talked about in the weeks before this. He gave me not only strength and character but the skills that I need in life to be the absolute best person I could be. I now live life to the fullest. He taught me that strength comes when you least expect it. I had witnessed his remarkable strength by the fight he gave to live. I will always take that with me wherever life may lead me. My grandfather also taught me that life is short. In an instant your world can change for the better or for worse. I often think that the experience that I went through has made me a strong person. I know that whenever I feel like I am sad and miss him, all I have to do is think back to our last weeks together and I know that I am one of the luckiest people in the world, because of him. It is because of my grandfather that I have the strength, skills and character to succeed in anything I decide to do.
I must admit, when I started writing this essay I had never heard the Latin words "Vires," "Artes," and "Mores", I actually sat and thought about how each applied to me. Now that I have done that I appreciate those three little words, they do play a huge part in my life.
Vires, Artes, Mores
I would be sure to note in the opening the meaning of Vires, Artes, and Mores (strength, skill, character) for those who don't know the translation. Perhaps, an opening such as:
Vires, Artes, Mores. These three little words, fifteen letters, have such a huge meaning. I get my strength (vires)... and continue forward with each initial mention of the defined word.
Good essay! It's clear that your greatest strengths have been cultivated through your family closeness. :)
