Before my dad had a stroke, I felt as if nothing bad can happen in this world and was very naive to the way the world truly is. After he had a stroke I quickly realized that the world isn’t always black and white and that things comes up out of no where that will change your life in some way. The thought of losing my dad quickly changed me and made me realize how much responsibility I am soon going to have and how I am going to have to step up for my family. I believe this event and the events that followed after have started my transition into adult hood. In early November around 2 years ago I was having a normal sleepover with my friend Mataya. We were always messing around and never took things too seriously. Her mom came home from work and looked very upset but I couldn’t tell what was wrong. She was very quiet and went straight into her room which was extremely odd for her. At 9:32 that night I got a call from my mom and I could tell from her voice that she was crying. She told me that my dad had a stroke and that he had 45 minutes to live and if the medicine that they gave him worked he may be able to make it through this. At that moment my heart instantly broke. The person that has …show more content…
It was so heartbreaking to witness that. One thing I remember vividly is them asking him what my name was and him not knowing how to say it. It was really hard on family seeing a 45 year old man now act like a toddler. We found out that he would have to stay at the hospital for 2 weeks at Mayo Clinic and then would be transferred back to the hospital in Sioux Falls. For those 2 weeks while they were in Minnesota I basically acted as my sisters mom. I had to make sure her homework was done, was at school on time, ate food, and showered before school. I had to step up because I had no other choices. This made me realize how hard it would be to become adult but I was ready to take on the
Although some individuals may believe that it was a miracle that my father survived cancer, it was much more than that. The optimism of my family, friends, and loved ones enabled my dad to relieve his stress and focus on his cancer treatment. This situation has changed my mindset in life and it has provoked me to stay hopeful even when the odds are not in my favor. I’ve began to use positive thinking to help guide myself to my ambitions. This made my transition into adulthood much easier because I was prepared to deal with difficult situations. I began to cherish my loved ones even more than before. I realized all the luxuries that I had received and took for granted. I learned that the most important people in life is your family and without them, it’s near impossible to be successful. If my father had lost his fight, I would have had to become more independent as I would become the man of the house. Going into adulthood, I’ve learned that I should take situations into my owns hands rathering that relying on others. Some people that may be there for you today, may not be there
That experience basically instilled in me that no matter how good things are going it could change in an instant. I also stopped taking the small things in my life for granted. I live by the phrase, “It could always be worse”. It helps me stay positive in even the most stressful situations. Things don’t affect me like they used to because I can have that positive perception of just about any problem I
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
She always had smile on her face and she would always see the good in people, no matter how they treated her she would always consider them as her friend. I tried several times to tell her not everyone was her and that she needed to be careful, I guess as mother I was only trying to protect her feeling, but, I guess that was her calling as an angel. When my daughter graduated from the eight grade to go into the ninth grade in High School, together we made lots of plans she was anticipating on getting her driver’s license trying out for the dance team and just attending high school itself was the most exciting event in her life, me on the other hand I was nervous about the ideal that my baby was growing up. It was in August 1994 that I took my daughters for their yearly physicals’ before returning back to school.
During the commencement of 2004, I gave birth to my first child, and , the birth of my son has changed my life for the better. Just the thought of being in the hospital to deliver my child was overwhelming at the time. The Nurses that were on shift anticipated my needs, they spoke with compassion and empathy. They and the aids advocated for me and listened to my concerns. I felt uniquely supported at this turning point in my life, and under their guidance I had faith all would go well.
I woke up at 6:00, took a shower, did my hair, brushed my teeth, ate, and left for school. When I left the house that morning and said goodbye, I did not know that would be the last time I would see my grandpa alive. At about 12:30 that afternoon Mrs. Kapper came into my class and pulled me out. When I got to the office, I saw my sister standing there crying. Instantly I knew that something was
It was a Sunday morning. We got the call from the convalescent home. I went up with my mother and brother. As I walked in, I remember seeing him in the bed. He just looked so peaceful; it was the best thing that could have happened. Even so, death is terrible no matter what the condition of the person. No one is prepared to accept death no matter what, where or how it happens.
When I was growing up, my dad was never quite around. He began to work more frequently when my parents and my sister, Ashley, moved into our new house. To most people he was known as a "workaholic". Almost every holiday, except Christmas, he would work. I would go to bed at night and he would still be at work; I would wake up in the morning and he would have already left.
One day after a long day at work I came home to an unexpected conversation. Something a kid wouldn’t want to hear from a parent. The thing is, i’m not a kid, but it hurt me like one. My own mother told me that she was going to start over, “a new life with something different”. She was moving to a different state.
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.
Growing up, my uncle and nana always lived across the street from me. It was part of my daily ritual to walk over there and spend a lot of my day with them. They were my favorite people in the whole world, they were my second home, and my family away from family. I spent a lot of time there, I watched them make dinner and even stayed to eat with them most of the time. But, when I was 8 years old my uncle got a new job, a job out of state.
When kids in school used to ask me about my mom or dad, I made up stories. My mom was studying to be a nurse, my dad was an entrepreneur who owned his own business, and they were both too busy to take me to school, so my grandmother walked me there every day. All of these stories were actually true at one point in time. I just omitted some major pieces of information because no other 3rd grader I knew would be able to understand my unique situation.
I never really talk about the affects my father’s motorcycle accident had on me because it hurts to know I went through something like that at such a young age. Where I am now is where I want to stay because it is nothing but progress from where I was then. I may have grown from my father’s motorcycle accident, but also developed a lot of good and bad memories that I would not trade for the world.