"As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others"
The kitchen light beamed down onto a blank sheet of paper and a newly sharpened pencil. The clock had gone from 6:25-6:40 in what felt like an instant. My mind filled with nothing at all, thinking but not about the writing task ahead. My mind and my body fill with frustration after half an hour passes with nothing on my paper. My Mom suddenly appears behind my back, stopping her task and now focusing on mine. She promptly asks "What's the problem?". I reply with frustration "There is nothing in this world to write about". It takes my Mom about 30 seconds to list about 5 different topics to write about. My mind filled with the picture on my upcoming story. Almost 5 minutes passed and I was almost finished. I knew what I was going to write before I even started the next sentence. My mind was like a machine, it didn't stop coming out with new ideas. Soon I ran out of those ideas, packed up my stuff and thanked my mMom for the help.
I wouldn't be able to do my daily routine within it my Mom. My Mom does all the little things and she works behind the scenes to get what needs to be done, done. For example I was heading to the Patriots game Monday night. The forecast had said it would be rainy and cold, we had owned no rain or winter gear. My Mom took time off of her free day to go get Me rain gear for the game. As I look back on all the times my Mom has helped me I feel that I have taken for granted what she does every day to help me out.
Everyone needs a person that does all the little things to help you get through your day. They go out of their way to help you out through out the day. It may be as simple as picking you up from school or giving you breakfast. We wouldn't be the people we are today without those people.
My Mom is the most helpful person someone could have.