He changed everything. My step dad is the best thing that ever happened to me. He’s the only dad that I have. When I was about 7 my biological father walked out of my life and I never seen him again. Without my step dad I would be going nowhere in my life. My life was starting to go down the drain before he came into my family and was my dad. My step dad is my hero and his name is Josh.
When my father left me I was to little to understand why. Him and my mom weren’t together since I was about 2, but he was still in my life until I was around 7 years old. My mom wouldn’t tell me why he quit contacting me, picking me up,and just cut me out of his life until a year later. When I found out why my own father left me, I gave up on life. In school
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I never did any work, I started being really aggressive and mean to my family, and a few years later started getting into fights at school. My biological father is the reason my life started going downhill and ruining my future. That is until Josh came into my life. When my mom first started dating Josh I was highly upset. I felt that I didn’t need him in my life. By this time, I went years without a dad, so I thought that by having him in my life it was going to ruin everything. I didn’t like his kids, I didn’t like him, and I didn’t want him around. I tried everything I could think of to get him to leave, but as we can see that didn’t work. I was about 10 when my mom and Josh started dating. I was a devious, rude, stubborn, and a brat. I’m glad he decided to stick around though because if he hadn’t I wouldn’t be the person I am today. He changed my life for the better. A lot of the time it was just the little things that was changing me.
Adjusting to a new family, becoming more appreciative with things, respecting adults (especially my mother), and so much more. I remember a time not long after my step family moved in, I was going to fruitport. I decided that I was going to stop taking my adderall medication just because I didn’t want to take it anymore. So instead of just throwing them away, I would put them in my backpack so my parents didn’t see them in the trash. Well, I had about a week's worth of pills in my backpack, and the school did a drug search. When we went into lockdown, I was so scared but okay with it because I knew Josh would be so mad, and I just loved the idea of him being mad. Needless to say that I got suspended for 2 weeks. My step dad was FURIOUS. He knew I was doing it to act out, and he was right. Instead of yelling and screaming at me, he just calmly talked to me about how much trouble I could’ve gotten in with the cops, how lucky I was that the school only suspended me for 2 weeks instead of expelling me, and how much I need to take my medicine. I did quite understand why he was so calm toward me when I knew he was so mad about it. Now I know that if he would’ve yelled it wouldn’t have gotten anywhere and I would not have been able to realize what how much worse things could’ve been. He always has a way of showing me wrong from right. Such as fighting, smoking, …show more content…
etc. Having a father figure around really has helped me in so many ways that I can’t explain.
It’s not only just him helping guide my way down the right path, but it was the love that came with it. With my biological father gone out of my life as a child made me feel incomplete, and unloved. My mom was a great mother, she was always there, caring, and loving. She was trying to raise 4 kids on her own and work 2 jobs to pay the bills, and still find time for me, but I still needed a dad no matter how much I denied it.The dad that was supposed to be there for me, protect me, and love me wasn’t there when I needed it most, Josh was. I’ve come to realize that it’s not the person who helped bring you into this world that is your dad or mom, it’s the person who raised you like their own, loved you like their own, and cared for you, and Josh was that person for
me.
I was awful young enough to not fully be aware of the entire situation. What I did know was that I didn’t want to move into a new house, attend a new school, and definitely not live without my dad. Adapting to my new and different surroundings was very hard for me. I was upset with my dad for his actions because he was the cause of all the changes. I was mainly angry with my mom though for her decision. To my eight year old self, I felt as if it wasn’t fair. I was her precious girl and entire world and I knew she would do anything to see my happy. For that particular reason was why i couldn 't comprehend her decision. I wasn 't happy with the outcome, I hoped she would forgive him and we could be a family
As a small 5th grader not much sense came out of my parents divorce. Lots of confusion mixed in with an underlying sadness that I was too shy to show because I couldn’t stand the thought of making my mother cry. But it hurt. I took these emotions and bottled them up hopes that things would go back to normal
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
"No. I will only pay for you to do something, not the dog." said Howie.
Feeling responsible for situations out of my control was difficult. My grades were awful, it was impossible to focus on anything. I could hardly sleep at night with the amounts of stress I was under. Knowing that my father was an alcoholic with bi-polar disorder opened me up to a new world. I was exposed to so much more than the average kid, especially when he would bring me to the Alcoholic Anonyms meetings. I met so many interesting people threw my father. My entire view of the world and its inhabitants has been altered. Growing up was very difficult but the experiences that I had has shaped the person I am today.
In a world where people are so selfish he is selfless, doing what he can to change the world day by day. The house he grew up in was foreclosed because his mother couldn't afford it then, a few years back he bought the house and is renting to mothers and their children if they have nowhere to live, rent free. All he wants to do is spread love. We live in a world full of demons he gives me some comfort because he doesn't only care for himself but others. He's a role model and a mentor, teaching me that the world is mine if i own
His influence has been very strong and meaningful, as I have gone through some difficult periods where he has helped me to be more focused on my goals and trying to accomplish what I set out to do. We discuss my problems, try to put them in the right perspective and deal with them properly. As I am still living at home, with my parents and sister, I am constantly
I looked back on my life and realized that all my hopes and dreams, everything that I wanted to be and do, I had tossed it away. I had forgotten who my grandparents had raised me to be. They wanted the best for me and now I want the best for my newborn son. I had decided right then and there that I needed to change my ways. I had to change who I let into my life and who I let influence me. It is funny how God works in mysterious ways. Once I decided to better myself for me and my son, I met my future husband. It’s funny because our lives have passed our whole entire lives and yet we never knew one another. We both attended Fort Worth Christian School at the same time. Our families attended all the same events and venues at the same time. Yet, had I never made the decision to move back in with my mother I never would have met him. Twelve years later we are happily married with three wonderful boys. I have spent the last twelve years taking care of our children and building a nurturing, Christian home for our family. Most recently, my boys have inspired to go back to school and finish what I started many years ago. They make me want to continue to grow and be a better person for
I was fourteen years old when my life suddenly took a turn for the worse and I felt that everything I worked so hard for unexpectedly vanished. I had to become an adult at the tender age of fourteen. My mother divorced my biological father when I was two years old, so I never had a father. A young child growing up without a father is tough. I often was confused and wondered why I had to bring my grandfather to the father/daughter dance. There was an occurrence of immoral behavior that happened in my household. These depraved occurrences were often neglected. The first incident was at the beach, then my little sisters’ birthday party, and all the other times were overlooked.
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
However, my father did leave my mother and me when I was a toddler before I could actually remember him. He would call to talk to me a lot throughout the years to let me know that he loved me and he would also visit me sometimes. However, after he left, my mother found another man and gave birth to my three little sisters. I then became a big sister with responsibilities for more than just myself. Having little sisters taught me how to share and play nicely. That experience prepped me for my school years where I would have to get along with a new set of people.
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
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.
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.