The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
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My mother and father where great role models in my life and I’m very grateful to have them as parents. Life is so great with them that I really don’t want to leave and I know they don’t want me to leave either. They have treated me so well and I can’t thank them enough for how I turned out as a person. I am grateful for how my dad pushed me so hard to be a nice and kind person. Elders really appreciate well-mannered men and woman. I wan to thank my mom for everything she has done for me as a child. I really appreciate all the love she has given me and how supportive she
"A thing of pure beauty it was, nearly burned my retinas it did." "What was it grandpa?" I asked my eyes wide. My heart was racing with as much excitement as a 6 year old could muster it was my first time hearing the story but not my last. The first burning fire that sparked within my soul but far from the only one. I gazed at my grandpa my hands on his knees and stared him down as if I could pull the answer from his mind using my own I looked him in the eyes with an expression I imagined to be ruthless and intimidating but he simply smiled at me crinkinling the skin around his light brown eyes that matched my own. "Well it was a thing of pure beauty" I stared at him a look of confusion replacing the previous look on my face."But grandpa that’s
“Mauricio Mauricio wake up” my aunt shouted. “you have a new brother!” my aunt scream. I woke up and half of my face is covered by the shiny sun on my face and the other side I see my aunt. I was excited because my newborn brother was born and he was at the hospital with my mom and dad. I was at my aunt's house and I was walking all over the place and wanted to see my brother already. I heard the sound of the keys shaking and heard someone saying “let's go”! It was my aunt waiting for me in front the door to take me to the hospital. I shut the door from the car and could hear my footsteps of all the fast running.
My Papa always had a big personality, the kind that made a person drop whatever they were doing just to listen to him sing, laugh, tell a story- even if it was just a simple tale of washing the car- that was what made him the best performer. My Papa was always humming a melody, tapping a beat, bobbing his head to song that no one else could hear. Music was everything to him, for every memory he had there was a soundtrack, for every emotion he had felt over the years Papa could think of a song to perfectly relate to it- one that he and his family had lovingly dubbed as His Song was My Way by Elvis Presley. I had always looked up to the broad-shouldered man because of what he taught me to me about music- ranging from how to count the beats and find the chords, to just listening to notes with an open heart and seeing where it takes you. This man was filled with life in the best way, and everyone wanted to be around him because of it.
Being raised with no father figure overwhelmingly affects young men who are becoming men. Young men require good examples throughout their lives to show them how to take care of business. Without this young men have a possibility of growing up to be men with issues. For example, relationship issues, their feelings can be unsteady, they may have behavioral issues, and they may grow up not knowing how to be a father to their own kid.
My parents are brave; they will do anything for my happiness. Not only mine, but also their friends, and families. My father has many friends, and he always helps them whenever they need them most. Without my parents, I probably will not survive. Heroes usually best described as selfless, brave, and often inspiring. A friend of my mother just heard a bad news from her family back in Indonesia, telling that her father has a cancer that already spread in his body. She has to go back and visit her father, but can't afford the plane ticket. My mom not hesitantly let her borrow her money for the ticket. During The May riot in Indonesia, everybody in my complex tried to run away since the natives were going to kill the Chinese. But, My father and couple of his friends ordered them to stay and fight back, and it worked. The natives ran when they saw a crowd of Chinese trying to kill them back. My parents are the most inspiring people for me. They taught me things that I need to know like drugs, and other important things. My father always inspired me to do the right things, to be strong, and be independent. I am sure that all parents that did a lot of things for their children are heroes.
Having your parent get really hurt, with you being the only one to help, can be an extremely scary experience. One of the most frightening moments I have ever encountered was watching my dad saw off his thumb off. While building our new home, he continuously found new ways to injure himself, but it had never been this bad before. The sight of my dad cutting off his thumb was horrific and the ride there was just as terrifying. Though at the time, what I did not know was that this experience might have led me to the career path I am pursuing today.
What made the death of my mother a stressor for me was that besides the fact that I lost my mother, her passing was so sudden; she was alive when I went to bed that night and then she was not when I woke up the next morning. She had been unwell for a really long time, but none of us had ever thought that it was bad enough to take her life. Her death affected every aspect of my life and my family’s life; it forever changed my relationship with my father and it will continue to affect how my family operates for the rest of our lives. If she had not died, then my father would not have remarried and I would not have gotten a stepmother; that is just another aspect that was permanently altered by one event. On top of that, she passed away at home
I have two things that inspire me in my life. One of them is my parents especially my mother, the other is the accident of my dad¡¯s company occurred in recent.
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.
Starting with my parents, my dad and my mom are a huge part of my life. They had showed me so much, my mom shows me how to be humble, nice, shy at times. In her face I could always see her sensibility, we sometimes find ourselves looking at
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
I always think to myself, “What would I do if I didn’t have a father like him?” I think about it and then I say, “I would be in the cracks, not doing anything because there is no one here to keep me going and to keep me motivated.” My dad is an amazing cool person to me because he shows me that no matter what struggles he faces in his life or what happens to him, he always gets out of them and he has me and my mom to help him.