When I was about eight years old my dad went to jail for eleven months, this forced me to live with my mom. Mother of two little kids that were used to getting whatever they wanted from their parents whenever they wanted it. I could imagine how tough it was for her, only twenty four years old and now has to pay bills and support two little kids on her own, but that is no reason for her to do what she did. The day you decide to have a kid is the day you sign up for loving them the rest of their lives no matter what the conditions are. My mom did well the first couple of months with the help of my grandpa, she kept me in our home with food in the refrigerator and clothes on my backs. I will never talk bad about my mother, but somewhere between …show more content…
She would go out partying every night, leaving us with my dad's mom ( my grandma). From the lack of attention from my mother i began to act out in school, in the third grade i got suspended for fighting and cussing out my teachers at force elementary. My mom was tired of it so she sent me to live with my grandma and attend school with my aunties at Edgewater elementary. I right away changed from this I stopped acting up in school and was actually learning and realized that i like school. By this time My dad was out of jail and lived with me at my grandmas until he got himself his own apartment. Now this is where my mom changed, she does not want to see anyone do better than her so she took me out of my school and made me live back with her so i wouldn't stay with my dad at his apartment. It was the middle of the summer and my mom didnt want to take me over to my dad's so i could spend the rest of my summer with my cousins and dad. I kept bothering her about it and she kept telling me no i don't need to go. I very angrily yelled up the stairs to her “ I hate it here it's so boring.” and she snapped. She ran down the stairs with the evilest look on her face that i will never forget she
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
When I was 8 my dad went to prison. He had a feeling his time was coming and spent as much time with me as he could before he was taken away. He bought me a silver box chain necklace with a cross before he left and I still keep it hanging from the wall.
When I was younger my dad used to drink alcohol.Never when he had kids did he use drugs but alcohol he did.It impacted me as a child because I remember watching him drink with family members in the backyard.While me and brothers and sisters played with cousins.I also remember him drinking him to much one day and I woke in middle of the night and he was in the restroom sleeping on the floor.My first reaction wasn’t to wake him up to go to his bed, but to instead bring him a pillow for him to sleep on.When I saw my dad in the restroom that night he had been throwing up in the bathroom.As for a child that is very close with his father it made me sad to him on the floor.Too me he looked lifeless for a odd reason I guess because he just looked
When I was little my mother was with my brothers’ dad and she wasn 't the best mother. I think that I am the way I am today because of how she was and I knew I did not want to be like that. A lot of my
My step-father influenced me to be successful. He and I had a real father-daughter relationship since he helped my mom immigrate. My life was fine until he became disabled and unresponsive.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
Growing up with an alcoholic dad is one of the hardest things I have been through the second is going through puberty with a dad who had cancer. My dad was not a bad man at all he was considerate and smart, but he was also sick in all meanings of the word. In a way my dad transferred one disease for another, meaning once he got cancer he was no longer an alcoholic. Due to my father's chronic illness I was left to taking on responsibilities at home at a very young age and leaving my day filled with school, a job, and taking care of the family while my mom worked. Due to this hectic schedule it left my very little time to focus on school and activities, during the year my dad was the worst ,my junior year, I received my first F and my attendance
When I was a little boy my mom and dad did drugs and went to jail and I went with my grandparents. When I was older my got out of jail she started coming over and then she stop after my grandparents said she had to send money to me she left and never came to see me again until christmas. Then a few days before I started to go to school she had a boyfriend and he went to jail and their car impounded and she called grandma and ask if she can have another chance to come back to live with us again. Then when she was living with us she had to do dishes and she did not like it. Then after a few days she left and we never seen her again.
One day on June 21st 2015, at Clinton Correctional Facility, New York it was a good day to be alive. There were 6 prisoners working at a construction site about 6 miles down the road. At lunch break they all have to be together. At the time the cop was not near them. As the prisoners were eating their ham sandwiches one of the guys that was named Bryor Decell which had been in jail for 3 years at the time becuase of killing his brother Kyle Decell.
I’ve been locked up for 14 years i’ve tried to escape any way I could find.Every day I had to march to my cold cell and they’d tormented us for 30 minutes.They forced us eat canned dog food and buy overpriced water .Trying to not kill your aggravating inmates seven times a day was the hardest part of it all . We had to dress in these horrid jumpsuits and carry these heavy weights on our backs every single day ,they’d also make us do hard labor having to finish it every night. They would even have us ride buses with these pandemonium people.
Something that defines my life and what makes me who I am is that my dad left my mom and me when I was 9 months old. I always thought I was an outcast and I was different from everyone else. I didn’t have a dad and all these other kids did and I didn’t know why, I didn’t have one when I was younger it was as if I was a walking pool of confusion. Then it became middle school; we meet new kids from Wall Lake. When I met them I found that I’m not the only one and they’re other kids without dads or moms and that it’s normal.
My parents are now not only raising me, but my sister, Chrissy, because my brother moved out since he is 28 years old. I’d say my mom did a little bit better job raising us then she did my brother because this was her second-go-around which she already had experience doing. I think she took her mistakes with my brother, and learned from them. We’re turning out alright thanks to her and my dad!
Most Americans do not have the proper life insurance. Many in fact have no life insurance at all. Based on a research in 2013 by LIMRA’s life insurance, only sixty-two percent of Americans reported having life insurance (Dahl). According to LifeHealthPro seventy percent of U.S. households with children under the age of eighteen have trouble meeting everyday living expenses. In a survey done on Household Trends in U.S. Life Insurance Ownership in 2010 found that “4 in 10 households with children under 18 say they would immediately have trouble meeting everyday living expenses” (Dahl). This prevents most families from receiving a good life insurance. The MetLife “My dad’s story” represents the sacrifices parents make in order to give their child the best life possible. This meaning is conveyed through the use of transfer and loaded language to inform parents that their investment is worth every penny to ensure that their children live a happy and safe life.
I stuffed my hand into my pocket, hoping to find my car key as I darted down the trail. Tears stung my eyes as I ran on my sprained ankle. My vision was blurred to the point that I scraped my leg on a large rock, and my leg started to bleed. I felt the jagged metal key in my pocket, and quickly pulled it out. When I reached my car, I pulled the door open. I shoved the key into the ignition and threw my backpack in the passenger seat. I started the car and slammed my foot on the pedal. Wind whipped my hair in every direction as I sped down the small dirt road in my convertible. After an hour of driving in the middle of nowhere, I made it to a small town. I passed a sign that said “Starcrest city limits.” As I was speeding down the road, I saw the police station I had passed while driving out of town this morning. I cut the wheel left and slid into the parking lot of the Starcrest City Police Department. I practically jumped out of my car into the police department.
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.