Reflections of Me Revised

“The bowl lay overturned on the floor, a rough crack running down one side.” As I looked at the disaster on the floor I began to reminisce of my heritage. That bowl was an antique porcelain bowl passed down from generation to generation. Trying to pick up the pieces of the now cracked bowl tears began to stream down my face. Piece by piece I picked up the remaining of this precious heirloom and my mind began to wonder back in time to every holiday season. We had a large family and I remember we would get together. We would have a huge feast and then and all the elders of the family would tell the younger ones stories of our family history. My dad used to tell the story of our family men being enlisted soldiers in the Union Army during the Civil War Times. I would listen to the War stories over and over again as if I lived in the era. I never met my great grandfather he died before I was born. After awhile I could repeat the story word for word and I could reenact every emotional scene of the war. I wish I could have met my ancestors just to hear them tell their own stories. The pieces of my history were now in my hand. I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I stopped cleaning up the mess, and I started reenacting the Civil War. I wanted my great grandfather to be so proud of me as I was of him. The bowl was given to my great grandfather as a gift for saving a General. My great grandfather risked his life to save a man who could care less about colored men. My family was taught to serve the Lord and do everything in excellence and God would take care of everything else. My great grandfather killed a man who had the General cornered and for that my great grandfather received a medal of honor and the General's wife gave my great grandfather the porcelain bowl which was one of her prized possessions. The story goes that this was a set of bowls used in the Sunday brunches with big wigs of the time. Long did I endeavour with unfeigned and unwearied Zeal, to preserve from breaking, that fine and noble porcelain bowl: for I knew that being once broken, the separate Parts could not retain even their Share of the Strength or Value that existed in the Whole, and that a perfect Re-Union of those Parts could scarce even be hoped for. It was stated that President Washington used Chinese porcelain as precious gifts to his friends and guests. As Washington’s reputation in then North America during the formative age of the United States, his appreciation for Chinese porcelain ware produced a great influence on other people since a stream of visitors to the headquarters had been served with the ware at the Commander in Chief's table. So apparently this was custom to give porcelain or Chinaware as gifts according to the history of our Presidents. My great grandfather knew the history of the exchanging of gifts and truly valued the concept. My father took it upon himself to share the history with the family to keep the importance of the war as well as my great grandfathers legacy. It was a whole set and certain elder family members were entrusted with parts of the set. My father was entrusted with the porcelain bowl of the set. For my 25th birthday my dad entrusted this bowl to me because I was very interested in the history of the family and the heirloom, I've had it now for 10 years until today. Even though we go through changes in our lives and we might be broken into pieces, God can put us back together. Acknowledge your history, embrace your present, and look forward to your future. The reflections of me are in the designs and history of the family and the heirloom, and my future moves forward because I value the gift and the history of my family. Although the bowl is broken I still live to tell the story of my ancestors, my God, and reenact the War as if I lived back then. So remember to reflect
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