My Step-Father
When I first met the guy I couldn't stand him. At the time I didn't know his name, and it didn't matter. I mean, he was just the guy who we were going to pick our couch up from. It's not like I thought that my mom would end up marrying the guy or anything.
My mom and I were running late. Not like it was anything new. We were supposed to be in Bolingbrook no later than 5:30, and now it was closer to 6:00, and the traffic was getting worse by the minute. She knew that we had to fight the rush-hour traffic but didn't want to get off of work early to try to beat it. We finally pulled into the storage facility, where we were supposed to meet this guy to pick up our new couch, at a little after 6:00. Upon searching for this guy for a few minutes and a few phone calls to the company that we had bought the couch from, we assumed that we had missed him. "See Ma, you should have gotten off of work early," I said just as this beat-up old pickup pulled into the parking lot. "Are you guys the people who I am supposed to deliver the couch to?" asked the guy driving. After a few minutes of struggling to get the couch into the back of my pickup, I figured it was the end of the adventure.
A few weeks later, after getting home from work, my mom was telling me that I would never guess who had called her earlier in the day. Not being in a great mood, I just shrugged my shoulders as to suggest that I didn't really care. Then she asked me if I remembered the guy who we had met to get our couch from. She told me that he had called to ask her if she wanted to go fishing down at the dam. Not really what I would have in mind when trying to ask a girl on a date for the first time, but hey, they were old, and old people do those sorts of things.
Then, a few weeks later, after my brother and I returned from a fishing trip to Wisconsin, there was a strange but familiar looking truck in our driveway. After lugging our baggage into the house and trying to figure out whose truck was parked in our driveway, we noticed our mom come out of her room. Normally when she would come out of her room she would leave her door open, but not this time. I knew that something was up, and I asked her who was there. She whispered and said that his name was Sam. Come to find out that it was the guy we picked up the couch from. Talk about an awkward situation. This was my mom, and she wasn't supposed to have someone staying over at the house, especially someone who I didn't even know. I was tired, and the only thing that I could think to do was to get loud. After a few minutes of expressing my opinion I went into my room and slammed the door. A few minutes later I heard someone come out of her room and leave. For the next few days, when I would see the guy around the house, I wouldn't even look at him. I was pretty protective of my mom, and I also felt bad for what I had said and done earlier.
After a few days of totally ignoring this guy, my mom asked me if I would help him make a furniture delivery. I hesitantly agreed and gave him a call. He picked me up a little while later. I felt a little awkward at first, but after around a half an hour we started to talk. I found out that we had a lot of things in common, and like my mom had said, he was a pretty nice guy.
From that day on we've become pretty good friends. We can sit and talk for hours at a time. A few times my mom has even brought up how I wouldn't even talk to him for the first week after we had met. Sam and my mom ended up getting married around two years later.
I can't say that Sam is perfect though, because no one is. He can be rather lazy at times. Sam is a co-owner of a business in Rock Falls, so he can pretty much make his own hours. Sometimes, he'll just let his alarm clock ring and ring. If he doesn't really feel like getting up in the morning, he won't. Sometimes, if for some reason I choose not to go to class, I get this long speech on how important it is to get up and go to class. I find it pretty funny that someone who can't even get out of bed for work sometimes tells me that I shouldn't do just that.
Sam is also one of the messiest guys that I have ever met. Just one look at the inside of his truck and you would agree. There's usually newspapers, candy bar wrappers, cigarette packages, and who knows what else piled all over, and that's just the front seat.
With all his shortcomings, Sam is probably the best person that I have ever met. I can't recall just how many times he has stopped everything to help me work on a vehicle. One time, on a return trip from North Carolina, my car broke down. It just happened to be New Year's weekend, and I couldn't find any shop that would fix my car that day. Instead, Sam and my mom ended up driving over eight hundred miles to help me fix the car. To make matters worse, they did it all in two days and even drove through a blizzard to do it. If that's not a good-hearted person, then I don't know what is.
Looking back at when I wouldn't even look at Sam, let alone talk to him, I can't believe I was like that. He might not always be the promptest or the neatest person, but he will always be a great friend to me. I would just say that he has kind of grown on me.Partner sites: Spanish school Costa Rica, Skin Cancer, and Free Essays and Term Papers