DON'T RESPOND UNLESS YOU PLAN TO GIVE ME VALID AND ACTUALLY USEFUL FEEDBACK Hello! I was not able to fit the whole essay onto one question so I will post the rest on another question. Click on my page to find the rest. I am in dire need or correction and editing on my recent essay. Feel free to tell me if I should delete some parts, add something, correct words, and paragraphs. Please don't comment unless you truly want to help me succeed and you're going to give me great, valid feedback. Thank you so much this means a lot to me. PROMPT: Write a narrative essay about a person you consider to be a hero. Share an experience that shows what you admire about that person and what impact he or she had on you. My grandfather, Erico Barrera Senior, is a father figure who I consider to be a true hero. My grandpa is an amazing man who is a hero with characteristics such as being supportive, having integrity, and being selfless. Throughout my life, my grandfather has always been someone I look up to and admire. Many experiences that I have had with my grandpa have shaped my life as well as my growth as a human being. My grandfather has always watched over me and supported me throughout my growing years filling my life with amazing skills and characteristics I am proud to have today. I have always looked up to him as someone who is valiant and who deserves to be treated with respect because of the things he’s done for his family and friends. The experiences I have with my grandpa are ones I cherish every day; such as my grandfather waking me up every single day before pre-school to take me out to eat bean and cheese tacos at his favorite restaurant for breakfast on the way to my 30-minute long drive to school and having him teach me how to cut wood with an ax. He and my grandma always and took care of me while my mother worked day and night to support the family. My grandfather has raised 7 children and 20+ grandchildren into strong, intelligent, hard-working, determined people who know their worth. He sacrificed his time, energy, materials, etc. to raise his family into who they are today. A recent experience that has positively affected my life is being taught how to start a real fire by my grandfather. After being seriously injured from falling on the ground, my grandfather is left immobile and as a very active person who is constantly creating things, improving things, and moving constantly, my family has to actively tell him not to pick things up or do certain things to prevent him from hurting himself further. One of my grandpa’s favorite things to do before bed is to drink a beer and settle by a burning fire with mesquite wood-burning next to him to keep the mosquitoes away. “I need help starting a fire.” My grandpa proclaimed. “Okay abuelito.” I responded. “Tell me what to do and how and I’ll do it.” My grandfather then began to explain how to start a fire in his traditional clay chiminea with hand made carvings all over. “First, you get pieces of newspaper from under the wooden cabinets and crumple them into balls which you’re going to through into the chiminea opening; then, you’re going to go to our woodpile and break off small branches and put those along with the newspapers. Afterward, you’re going to grab a fresh piece of wood and cut into it with an ax, soak the wood in lighter fluid, and then use the firestarter to start a traditional fire.” My grandfather said with no hesitation as I began towards the wooden cabinets which held the six-month-old newspaper. As I followed my grandpa’s instructions exactly, I stopped at cutting the wood with an ax. “I don’t know how to use an ax.” My grandpa then told me to hit the ax hard where the wood’s crevices are. “Then, you pick the ax up with the wood on it and hit it hard on the ground.” He said. “ No wonder all the strong men in movies chop wood,” I said while my grandpa broke into laughter. I lifted up the ax with the stump of wood on it and whacked it hard on the concrete flooring. The wood barely broke but the ax went deeper inside. “Again!” My grandpa said excitedly. I raised the ax up over my head and used all my strength to slam the wood onto the ground. Suddenly, the wood was broken in two! “Wow grandpa, I finally know how to use an ax.” As I finished setting up the fire with mesquite, I sat down with my grandpa on the outside patio. While I sat and talked with him, I realized how essential he’s been in my life. He has always taught me useful information and skills throughout my life and I deeply appreciated his presence. I’ve always been thankful for my grandfather throughout my life, but as I just finished setting up his fire, I finally realized how much of a hero he’s been. Without him, I would never have learned how to start a fire, cut wood, or use an ax. Just in ten minutes, he taught me the incredible things I can use throughout my lifetime.