Sixty-five years ago a man was born who protected American citizens. Even though I wasn't entirely with him in his life, he was still a hero. He grew up with the opportunity to learn, grow and make the best memories. I was the first grandchild ever born to him, that life I was living changed dramatically in the spring of my seventh grade year. My beloved grandfather was diagnosed with liver disease. It was unpredictable news, I was with my mother and brother in Indiana for half of my seventh grade year until the end of February, we decided to move back to South Carolina. "Grandpa has liver disease, I just finished talk to him on the phone. my mother said while crying. I lay down on the sofa in total shock, I didn't know what to say. "He will probably die, there is nothing to do." with us and put them in the car. We drove to South Carolina in 12 hours, we entered the house and I glimpsed my grandfather lying on the sofa watching television. He smiled when he saw us arrive...