Pat Burk was the older brother I never had growing up. My real brother Steven, had left for boot camp in the air force when I was just five. Leaving me with six sisters. SIX! That’s not counting my Mom or Mary either. Really he left me there with eight mothers. Because you know that they all thought they were my mother’s too. Mary especially being the same age as me always gave me the longest lectures. That’s how I knew Pat. He was Mary’s father. It was in my sisters’ final year of high school when she became pregnant, and ironically enough my mother became pregnant with me at the time being thirty-nine years young. I was born two days after Christmas, and Mary, was born only nine days after me on January Sixth.
Even though my mom at first
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Sean Astin is the actor who played Rudy. Only difference is Pat has more red in his beard, and a more comical expression on his face when he smiles. He was always pretty fit and one thing I always noticed was how big his calves were. He’s scrappy in some aspects but a complete professional in others. For example; getting into trouble for bar fighting, however; he still made sure that he took care of his responsibilities. Whenever he faced adversity, which was quite often when he was younger, he still didn’t back down and got up every morning ready to make progress of some sort. I think that it is one of my attributes today as a person mainly because I saw what a positive way it was to live life because I watched him do it day in and day out. When I got to be older he even started coaching me in football. So when I told him I wanted to play wide receiver, he would go out to the football field with me, and just throw footballs to me for hours on end. He would yell at me when I did something wrong too. It never discouraged me either. I knew that he expected me to work hard and to hold myself to a higher standard than everyone else around me. He would often tell me. “If you don’t believe in yourself then who
Growing up my father taught me everything I know. I remember him working on the house every Sunday. I being the child I was would always attempt to lend a hand even if it was only handing him a screwdriver. One Sunday he would be working on the stoop, the next week fixing up the cellar, after that maybe adding a few finishing touches to the porch. There was always some addition to make the house better. My mother would always say “there’s more of him in that front
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
My face was full of excitement when seeing him slowly make his way to the field to watch me. Every time he came I felt like I had to play the best game of my life, I loved it and it was a huge motivation. Whether it was me trying to strike everyone out when I was pitching or trying to hit a homerun every time I was batting, I wanted to show off my skills to my grandpa. My dad was the coach of my baseball team so I would always beg him to let me pitch when I knew that my grandpa was coming. Sometimes before I threw a pitch, I would glance over at the stands to make sure he was watching me, and he always was. His focus was on me the entire game. Every time I looked over at him he was in the same position, hunched over with a serious look on his face almost as if he was a scout that came to see me play. I loved when he could watch me pitch and my favorite part of the game was when it was over and he would tell me “great game!” (even if it wasn’t that
My step-dad was kind of lazy to in high school. He looks back on it and knows he could have done so much better if he had someone to encourage him. He wants to be that person to encourage me through out my whole life and he always succeeds at that job when it comes to school. He makes sure I get my work done and get it correct. I sometimes have trouble with my work especially in math and my dad will make it simplified and try to teach it every way possible until I understand it completely. He also gives me life lessons because he wants me to be successful at everything I do. He is a true inspiration for me and I'm glad he stepped up in my
When I was a young child, my dad was my idol and hero. He seemed to know everything and had the solution to every problem. Any difficulty I had, anything I didn’t understand, my dad had the answer to everything. It seemed like it was every day that he taught me a new valuable life lesson and always had wise advice to share. My dad used to work all day long in Boston and my brother and I would wait by the door to greet him with a crushing hug as soon as he came home. I used to wait eagerly for my dad to come to my room to read me a bedtime story and then tuck me into bed. My dad could do no wrong. He was right about everything and knew how to deal with anything. However, as I grew older, my convictions changed and the image I had of my dad fragmented.
I never doubted that he loved me. He would always mention it before I left for school. I remember the times when there was something broken in the house, he would always call for me to come help. Even when he knew that it would have been much faster if he did it himself, he still called for me. He knew that when he yelled “Petey, come here you slugger!”, I would drop everything and run straight to him, because that was my favourite thing to do growing up, to help him.
Throughout his musical career, he earned many titles “Mr. Dynamite” and “The Godfather of Soul” known as the hardest working man in show business. His demeanor at times was often that of a tyrant, generous nature, tolerant, or at times demanding. He was the greatest entertainer during his time. He is known for his performances on stage. The cape act that he uses on stage came from the wrestler Gorgeous Geor...
I was raised by my mother and grandmother. They kept my head leveled and taught me that working hard leads to success. I loved them, and they were my role models. I grew up in a middle class family with strong women. I learned independence, and the strong will to never give up. It was the summer of 2005 when my mother re-married, and I was in the eighth grade. My mother was happy because she found the conclusion to her life: a husband. I was ecstatic because I finally had a daddy! My hopes, wishes, and dreams had come true. I felt that God answered my prayers. I loved having a father figure, although I had certain doubts. My uncertainty came from the way he looked at me. He looked at me the way men crave women. However, I concealed my unclear feelings because I did not want to ruin the current circumstances. Unfortunately, all of my suspicions were true.
In all possible words that I may choose to describe the relationship with my father, the one word that accurately expresses the emotion that has accrued throughout the years would be "admirable." The Oxford English Dictionary defines this word as "arousing or deserving respect and approval." As a father he taught me the importance of attaining an exceptional education. As a man he advocated the urgency of harboring honor and discipline. Encompassing the authoritative parenting style, I have always known my father to encourage success but welcome failure. That is, so long as an honest effort was made. Personally, I credit his parenting style in part due to his military background. Or maybe it was due in part of the lack of a father-figure in his childhood. Whatever the reasoning, I am proud and grateful for having him in my life not only as a father, bu...
My dad has always been there for me both as a parent and a friend. When I was little, my dad got involved in coaching in my little league baseball, basketball and soccer, and always made time for these father and son activities. We liked to play ball together and still do at times. My dad is a big sports fan and so am I, and I look forward to the weekends when we watch the ball games together. My dad started to take my to the ball games when I was about 5 years old, and we've been doing that ever since. But, playing ball isn't all that's important in life. My father has given me the necessary guidance and has taught me values as a person that have helped me develop from a child into a responsible adult. I want him to be proud of me too, and I know that he is.
He was used to having the men work and the women stay at home cooking, cleaning, and raising the kids. He was strict in the terms of school dances, going out with friends, and boyfriends. It was difficult for me to understand why I was always denied when wanting to go out. It made me dislike my father growing up until I understood that he just wanted to protect me. As time went on I noticed that he wanted to break from that mold and assist us be successful and independent women. My parents have always supported us in whatever we wanted to do. We are lucky enough to have parents that invested so much time and money in our interests.
Upon being released from the hospital, Pat was very compulsive and persistent in reaching out to his wife. Throughout this movie, we saw him go from extreme euphoria to being ballistic. For example, one night Pat could not find his wedding video and his anger went through the roof, which left the house torn apart and his parents hurt. He also had a trigger that regularly set him off, making him rash and angry. He walked in on his wife cheating on him while their wedding song was on, so every time he hears the song he lashes out.
My son was always excited to see him husband to see him as they have developed a father-son bond that was astounding. Over the has become the father he never had. At two years, old his biological father abandoned him shortly after I told him it was over between us. My husband was attentive, helpful and considerate. Many nights I would relax in his warm arms on a make-shift bench having drinks, counting stars while enjoying the beautiful moonlight in the cool country breeze. He would tell me many stories, some were true and most were made up to make me laugh. I would laugh so hard my head and jaws hurt as tears flow down my cheeks. I watched him with pure joy as he took long strides inside the house to pour us another drink. I would often shudder with absolute pleasure as I over evaluate his petite frame and golden skin. Often times I had to pinched my skin to convince myself I am awake and is married to the sexiest man on
When I turned six years old I was old enough to play on a Little League team, and my father volunteered to be the coach. He worked long hours but always found enough time to dedicate to the team. At first our team was not very good, but that would soon change. My father practiced us hard every week and by the end of the season we made the playoffs. Even though we did not win the Championship that year, our team had reason to be proud. We won a few games, and we had a lot of fun, thanks to my dad. I played baseball for a total of ten years, and he was my coach for at least half of them.
He has taught me so much in this life that I can’t count all the examples he has shown me. Every time I see my father the words that come to my mind are “The biggest example to follow is standing right in front of me.” The way he has provided for this family is the way I would like to provide for mine. Not by being a construction worker, but by being a computer engineer and making him proud. All he has given me is what I cherish and think about daily. I don’t know what I would be if the person that I call father wouldn’t be the perfect role