My father is one of the greatest men that I know. He has been my guide me since the beginning. I ask him for help and advice up to this day. I will never be half the man that my father is. The sun was bright and my heart raced in my chest. Sweat dripped down my face as I tried to get my breath back. The concrete was boiling beneath my feet. The flowers from the school field gave off a sweet scent that all kids at Chandler Elementary were familiar to. It was another beautiful day in California. My friends didn’t seem to mind the heat as they ran and chased each other across the molten concrete. They knew when to leave me alone since I was the heaviest member of the group. I was a short boy as I always have been and my oval shape was what made me stand out. I was a walking bowling ball. My diet consisted of anything that was sweet and bad for my health. Once my breath was back, I got right back into the game. Freeze tag was in at the time and it was what we played whenever we got the chance. I enjoyed the game even though I spent most of my time standing still in an awkward position. I envied my friends’ ability to eat what they wanted yet escape the consequences …show more content…
My father always pushed me to be myself and strive for what I want to do. I never neglected his words. While his words rushed through my mind I was knocked down. The concrete got bigger and bigger as I tried to process what was going on. I high fived the concrete with my face. My eyes were closed but I could feel the tears building up and ready to burst. I tried to hold them back as my father had told me but I wasn’t as strong as he was. The tears gushed out and flooded my cheeks. I was a very wimpy child so the sight of my tears was nothing new to my friends or the people that knew me. My friends sat there with bored looks on their faces waiting for the moment to pass, ready to get back into the action as soon as it was
"No. I will only pay for you to do something, not the dog." said Howie.
A role model is someone that is sought for guidance, and often admired. When thinking of my own role model, the qualities I wish to have when I become an adult come to mind. When scanning through the many influential adults that have shaped who I am today, deciding on just one role model is a difficult feat. However, I see the person I wish to become, reflected in the life of my dad. For that reason, my role model is my own father.
The one who influenced me to keep striving and to have determination is my father. Although, my father and mother are not together
In writing about an important person in my life, there are a number of people that I could discuss. But, I feel that the person who is very special to me and one who has been the most influential, is my dad.
I have grown up immensely blessed, having both of my parents alive and an addition of six siblings. My parents and I have always had a close supportive relationship. My father is one of the many reasons that I
Next week is the five year anniversary of my dads passing. He went to be with the Lord on June 14th. Seven days shy of his birthday. [Dad did everything in seven’s, it was his favorite number.] When this popped up in my Facebook Memories this morning, I started thinking about the many different examples my parents sat for me growing up. Especially the ones my father sat. I spent far more time with my mom, but the time I spent with dad was always special. Dad really did teach by example. I can remember shopping as a family. Kids want to touch everything. Dad always told me to put my hands in my pockets. If I didn’t have pockets, I was to put my arms behind my back and hold my wrist. He made sure he did whatever it was I had to do. He also told
The water droplets roll down my forehead as I lay in my bed looking at the water damaged ceiling. At twelve years old I slept in a one window attic in a tattered bed, under a leaky roof. I do not have any family nor friends to speak of and no real optimism for the future. School was my only outlet yet it was also beginning to be the root of my humiliation and embarrassment. Leaving school today with tears in my eyes and my teacher’s voice ringing in my head all I could ponder was this can’t be my life. Yet something my teacher said struck me as odd; she said “what we experience as a child helps to mold who we will eventually become”. I truly could not fathom at that age what kind of comfort she believed I would take from that.
Figuring out what made you is a hard thing to accomplish Is it a mixture of your mother’s intuition and your father 's stubbornness? Or is it the fact that you have his nose and her smile? Or is that distant look in your eye you got from your grandmother? To include education into this age old question brings up another. Who had the biggest impact on my life, the one who made me decide that continuing my education was worth it. I would have to say it would have to be my father, a man who believed he could make me into the child he wasn’t. My father Blake Christopher Thomas has had the biggest impact on my life in both positive and negative ways. He is the reason I decided to continue my education at San Francisco State University.
Sitting there, in that moment, I felt my heart pounding, palms sweating, pulse racing, cheeks scalding, and throat swelling. The room was spinning and crashing into a heap of tragedy that I was so unprepared to face, I would rather die than continue on knowing the inevitable was to approach in six months time. As my father held my hand, I was terrified to look him in the face as he was informing me of the horrible sickness that was consuming him from the inside out, but I forced myself to glance into his eyes. I have never seen my father cry; yet, at that moment, I saw a pool of tears in his already red, swollen eyes. My once invincible, strong, hero of a dad was now speaking with a trembling voice that I could do nothing to comfort. All the times he had wiped my tears and made my problems disappear when
As a child, life was great for me. I spent my days being a hyperactive boy, running around and causing general chaos on my two sisters, Kelly and Libby. The world I lived in was a stress free world, I had not had many difficult experiences growing up. Life was beautiful for me, until a tragedy struck my family.
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.
Dad was so inspirational to me, this was because of how many lives he has saved. I really do feel like I am following in his footsteps. If it wasn’t for him I would have never of found my love for the beach either. Mum and Dad where madly in love. Don’t get me wrong it was nice to have a small family that most of the time got along.
I remember it as it were yesterday, the morning of October 31 1986, I heard my dad’s voice early in the morning; “Mike, get up! Your grandpa died!”
There are times when you don’t know what to do or times when you might feel like you have no help in this world, but there is always that one person who never fails to give you the best advice in life, and that is your father. I have so much respect for any father out there that works hard, and always supports his family no matter what his imperfections might be. My father has got to be the best one in my opinion. He has been the biggest inspiration in my life because he taught me so much stuff in this life that I can’t find a way to pay him. He has been a very humble person and has never seen himself better than anyone else because he believes he is equal to any other father. In my opinion he is the best even though he says he isn’t. My father had imperfections just like any other human being in this world, yet he still taught me how to be a great person in this world by teaching me good morals. “Never Give Up, and believe in God and you will accomplish what you want in life” are words my father always tells me to remember.
Has anyone ever asked you: “Who is most important to you”? To me the most wonderful mother in my life, no one can replace her in my heart. My mother, who is very nice and gentle, helps me and has always been there for me when I need her. My mother loves me very much. She is strict and educated me to become a good person. I can’t say how much love her. I am grateful to her because she gave me birth, brings me love and helped me grow up. But you know she just takes care of me a lot. Every day she tells me the same words. If you were me, you would feel very tired. I am a very happy child having my mother. I feel too tired to listen to her words, but imagine one day I don’t see her any longer and listen to her voice. What would I feel?