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."
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
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
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had
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.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
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 hero is my dad. He is my superman. He is my leader. My dad is a dad who motivates me and keeps me going, even when I want to give up. He is there for me when I don’t want to try anymore and he always keeps me going. Of all the heroes in the world, my dad is at the top of the list.