When an awe-inspiring person comes into your life, you can never really opine of how tremendously they will affect your life. I was born on November 11, 1992 into a loving family of a father, a mother, a brother, and a sister. I must have been so blessed. Some where along the line, however, our harmony was disrupted. My mother left my father to fend for both himself and me. During the divorce, my mother never even showed up to contend for at least some kind of custody of her newborn daughter. That was the day when the judge determined my father had full custody over his pink cheeked, vulnerable baby.
My dad was a high school graduate, nothing past that. He made the most of what he had for both himself and me though. My dad and I have went through boisterous situations where he was making a mere seven dollars an hour trying to provide for the both of us and paying our bills. Working only five days a week, this goal was very hard to uphold day to day. We would live on egg rolls and ramen noodles. Occassionally, we would splurge our few extra dollars on palatable Totino's Pizzas; cheese, not pepperoni. However, making the best of what we had seemed to be the most fun I had ever experienced in my entire life. Though i did not have the newfangled clothes that all my friends in school had, or the ability to join groups so promptly that cost money, I was very understanding and did not inquire for much. I saw on the Christmas's where I would have a total of seven presents under the tree, the look of shame that would surmount my father's features. So, when I opened my present, I would act like it was a brand new thoroughbread pony! The happiness that would re-enter his face was more than any present he could have ever gotten me...
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... requests to hear it. No body has influenced me like my father has.
The next time you take your parents for granit, think of the children who have no parents, or only one. Think of the struggles that the family could be going through. The next time you decide to make fun of somebody for what they are wearing, or what they eat, think of the things that could be possibly be going on at home. I have been on the other side of the jokes. I did not find them as funny as every other child did. I did not get discouraged easily though because I knew that even though those children had more than I did, I had the best relationship with my father that anyone could ask for. When I go to college and preform my first operation, my father's words of determination will be ringing in my head, "Paige, you will be the best brain surgeon in this whole world when you grow up."
My father prefers to be outdoor and active with nature. Academic endeavors were not on his priority list. He was the happiest riding a tractor, tilling the soil, and mechanical labor such as irrigation piping installation, and working with the hogs. Although, he is securely employed he regrets that his priorities were not straight as a young adult and wished he decided to attend college his future could have led him to a different path. Looking back I felt my father remained at his job because he had no better option due to his poor decision growing up. I also felt that he needed to provide for my mother’s younger siblings and then continued to provide for my sister and I. I observed my father’s hard work and dedication to our family was his only choice. Even though he did not attend college his mechanical experience suffice a secured employment for 35
One thing that for the longest time consumed my dad’s life was being pastor. Now to the ordinary person this task might not seem too large but once you are a “pastors kid” you get to see all the ins and outs of church. It’s a lot like working at a restaurant you get to see the things no one else does. Once my dad stopped being a pastor he has kind of given up on people and stopped working for a bit. This was right about the same time I began working which worked out good because I was able to pay for a lot of my own bills and even help out when it was
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
There’s an event in everyone's life that changes you, whether it be a simple hello or a death in the family. Tragically, mine begins with my mother marrying her second husband. The lessons I learned from this man shaped me into the person I am today. I came from a bad situation and he took my family in and and showed me that not every man is the same. Perseverance, the ability to forgive, and willingness to change your life for the better are just some of the things he taught me. If it weren’t for the little talks we had I wouldn’t be hopeful that I am, that I will turn my life around.
I have always grown up around the influence of hard work. My mother and father’s life together began off to a rough start. My mother got pregnant at the age of 20 with my brother. Her family was not very supportive of it; therefore, she was on her own. She used to tell me about how she would sit and cry in a one bedroom apartment that she lived in with my brother wondering what she was going to do. Although she had to grow up faster than she
In 2011, I became an aunt to an amazing little girl. My sister was just sixteen years old when she found out she was pregnant, a junior in high school. She was already into her second trimester and it was too late for her to even think about aborting the pregnancy. So her decision to keep the baby was the only decision she could make. She had my niece and struggled to finish her senior year in high school. It took special privileges and her taking classes outside the school for her to graduate with her class. She knew that her whole life was going to change the moment she decided to have the baby. There were ten other girls in her grade that got pregnant that year and six decided to abort their pregnancies, four decided to have their babies.
My father was a hard working man since he was born. As a teen he was foolish and didn't listen to his father, and barley finished high school. He became a agricultural worker on my grandfathers
Going back forty-five years is not an easy task to complete because I can’t remember some of the finer details of my childhood. I know I was born on a hot August afternoon in Birth Year at Place Of Birth in City ands State. My mother was just twenty-two at the time and was already the mother of two, I was her third child. My father was twenty-one and already a workaholic, I know because my mother would constantly remind me not to be like that. My mother and father were good parents and they tried to give us the best upbringing they could. My father was the kind of person that believed he should provide and protect his family, and he did a very good job of doing that.
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
Paying the bills meant that my father for most of my life worked six days a week, along with preaching on Sunday’s so that we were able live comfortably. Because of the extra work that my father accomplished, he was able to show me a true value of money, a value that meant I too could live corresponding to him some day. My dad sacrificed time with our family, so that he could provide the best of the best of everything that we needed. This made the time that I was able to spend with my father immensely more appreciated by my mother, sister, and
The person who I think is heroic, would be my dad. He is the one who has been there since day one. If I needed anything he will drop what he is doing and come help me. He teaches me lessons that help me in my life. If it wasn’t for my dad I wouldn’t be who I am today. I have learned responsibility and the value of a dollar. My dad would give me the shirt off his back or his last dollar. A hero is someone who takes chances or sacrifices something of someone they cherish dearly. My dad would risk his own life for me and my siblings. He talks me through things that keep me down, he brings me back up. A hero is also someone who can be a friend and is there for you no matter what in life. My dad isn’t just my father or guardian he’s my best friend and my hero.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
Like everyone else, family and friends have played a vital part in my life and have affected my outlook on money and career. I grew up in a family of six, with my father, who is an IT engineer, as the head and sole breadwinner of the family because in my country -Saudi Arabia- there aren’t many opportunities for women to advance. Although he made sure that we lived a pretty comfortable life, I would often see him foregoing his needs and wants to fulfil those of his family. So, I wondered about how different our lives could have been if my mom (or me as the oldest child) were working along with him. I believe that a person
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had