In 2010 when I was just 12 years old my dad had a heart attack.I was devastated what was I supposed to do without my dad at such a young age if I lost him so soon I would have no one to hold me when I 'm was hurt,no one to give me advice when I make mistakes or let alone I would have no one to walk me down the aisle.
My worst fear was coming true. I was losing the one person who I looked up to the one man that knew all my hopes and dreams and now he would no longer be there for me. I started to fear I would not only lose him but a piece of myself as well so I did the only thing I knew to do at the moment.Therefore I lashed out not just at my family but everyone else around as well.Arguments with family members started,even times where I ran away from home. In those days no one could help me not even My family all because I didn 't want help all I wanted was my dad for things to be the way the were before this all came along,but the truth is that couldn 't happen he was laying in a hospital bed dying fighting for his life while I was out to fight with the world.
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This affects me as a person because facing my fear and overcoming it is really hard to me because I usually don’t face my fear in person because I usually face my fear in dreams and I don’t like seeing it. I remember in the past when I got so mad and almost got into a rage mode which made me feel really bad in the inside. My sister got me really mad by doing something I told her not to do, but instead of myself getting really mad, I was able to handle my anger and not get really mad. I got really happy because I was able to overcome my fear of not getting really mad and not feeling really bad in the inside. A future fear is me not doing good in school or other sport activities. To me this is a big fear because when I do bad in swimming and school then I get in trouble by my parents but if I do good in swimming and school then my parents get proud of me. If I do good in swimming and school then it means I am overcoming my fear of my parents getting mad at
A fear that I have is a fear of death, death is always around and it can happen at anytime. In Salem everyone fear death because people are being accused of doing witchcraft or being a
Being terrified of failure is the worst of it all. Mainly because a person’s mind will then start believe that if one does try they will always fail. The world is too big, and there are too many things to do to be afraid of failure. “The desert is so huge and the horizons so different, that they make a person feel small, and as if he should remain silent.” (The Alchemist Pg.73, line 14).
grabbed a few things and left the kitchen. Before leaving the house I grew up in, I grabbed the note i wrote to my mom and threw it away. If she doesn't have the decency to tell me where she is than neither do I. While walking through the living room, I look over to see that the television was left on. It was on some news channel, they described a girl who was found murdered in an alleyway. The thought of something happening like that so close to where I am terrified me. Turning off the television, I quickly make my way to the front porch. Making sure to lock the door, I stepped out of the house.
If I could change anything about my past what would it be and would that make me happy? The answer is no. I have zero regrets in life and the person that I am today was born of the events that i experienced. Monsters are fears created by the imagination then personified into a physical form or representation. But in my life monsters are real they are normal everyday people the only difference is if they choose to let it show. sometimes the scariest monsters are the ones who are around you and you never see them coming.To me the most terrifying monster is the one that lies within myself.The day that I become that monster is the day that i start having regrets and develop self hate.My worst fear however, is that i become a monster and don't realize it.Sometimes i think that if everyone took five minutes to contemplate the role they played in others live a viscious cycle coud be
As I walk slowly to the bloody gruesome crime scene I snap on my gloves to examine the body of a girl much to young to have died. I can’t bear to have to tell her parents how she died, a brutal murder from an elusive well known murder all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Looking at her beaten face with a long scar running from her eyebrow to her jaw oozing out bright red blood, I can tell she was a beautiful girl with a promising future, making me think of when I was that young looking forward to a career in science never thinking I would end up dissecting the bodies of murdered men and women. Do not get me wrong I love my job but it is hard to examine the body of a ten-year-old boy whom was hung from a tree because of a prank gone wrong by some older kids he was trying to impress. As I am looking around I find the note from the famous killer, which I do not usually read because I try to not become to involved in other areas of the crime. I notice something while reading the note I cannot quite put my finger on it. I am staring at this note thinking there is something eerily familiar with this handwriting; I look down at my sandaled foot where a delicate tattoo donning the words “I love you”. These words, the words that my father and I said to each other the last time we saw each other before he died, but the writing on my foot which I had gotten the artist to make look exactly like my fathers on one of my birthday cards, was exactly the same. It even had the short, yet prominent tail on the “y”. I am just going to take it back to the lab at have it examined for when it was written, maybe he wrote it a long time ago, I have no idea but there is not a doubt in my mind that it is indeed my fathers handwri...
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
My dad died when I was twelve. In October of 2008, I was a normal ten year old, a fifth grader excited for Halloween. My mom worked at the Michael’s Arts and Crafts store on Robert C. Daniel Parkway and my dad was an Automotive Service Writer/Advisor for Sunbelt Nissan on Washington Road. My oldest brother Jeremy was in Delaware, his first duty station in the Air Force, while my middle brother Justin was still home. Justin had graduated from Evans High in May, and his Air Force basic training wouldn’t start until November. I loved my family the way every child does, with unending joy and compassion. I idolized my brothers, thought the top of the world was on my dad’s shoulders, and knew that my mom was the smartest person I’d ever met. I never once felt a shortage of happiness.
I come with awful news my dear father has passed. I don’t know how this could have happened he was always healthy, but I guess if God was calling him home then so be it. I don’t know how I will make it without my father, I’ve
Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lost one of your parents? Growing up with a single mother losing my mom was always my biggest fear. Although growing up without a father figure in my life was challenging, overall it made me a stronger, more independent woman.
When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.
Margam Park with my father. I must have been around the ages of two or
In class, my teacher made me get in a group and put together a survey. On the survey we could ask any questions we wanted to, as long as it pertained to fear. Within the 2 days of passing around the survey and getting people to do the survey we ended up received many results. One specific question that shocked me when I saw the answers was“What was your fear, and why?”. Many people answered this question by saying spiders, snakes, drowning, flying, etc….. When I was reading these,I was expecting a different results more a deeper fear that has affected the way you look at that specific thing in life.
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.