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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. When I was young, I had no ambition because I did not have the financial means. Now, I have learned that hardships sometimes encourage a person to be successful. Every day I thank God for everything my step-father has done for me. Everyday I wish he could see everything I have accomplished. He, although not speaking, encourages me to work hard in school to have a successful future.
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
My major influence and inspiration is from my father. He came to America from Syria and persevered to become an anesthesiologist, which is a very stressful job. When he first arrived to the states, he would constantly back and forth between New York and Texas to finish his research and residency. He shared a claustral apartment with four roommates and could only afford minimal food. Daily he struggled so that he could provide for his family and offer them a safe and stable life. All of his persistence and determination continually inspires me to work hard and achieve my goals. He is
I was raised in an encouraging household where both of my parents greatly valued education. Although they were high school graduates, neither could afford to attend college; a combination of family and financial woes ultimately halted their path. As a result, my parents frequently reminded me that getting a good education meant better opportunities for my future. To my parents, that seemed to be the overarching goal: a better life for me than the one they had. My parents wanted me to excel and supported me financially and emotionally of which the former was something their parents were not able to provide. Their desire to facilitate a change in my destiny is one of many essential events that contributed to my world view.
Encouragement plays a significant role in my success. Without encouragement, the achievement won't come true. Juliet Ferking, the author of "A Drive to Achieve the Extraordinary" from This I Believe: Life Lessons, tells her story about how she succeeds at things that normal people don't. No matter what people say, she achieved big things in her life. Her only encouragement are those who actually supported her (Ferking). My connection to Ferking's essay is that without the encouragement that my family and friends are giving me, I wouldn't have the motivation to pursue my degree to have a good career. Even if other people ridicule my choice of degree, I won't succumb to their words.
Each person’s journey is unique, we live and experience different things that shape us to who we become. The beauty of interpretation is that we can make what we want out of life. My inspiration arises from my father’s life. A man whose education did not pass the 6th grade level. Who left his home country to have a better life. A person who was homeless at first, now has his own businesses and owns many houses. And although he has reached a point of his life where he can be selfish, is when he opens his heart the widest and extends his arm out to give you a hand. The moment that my father became my inspiration to accomplish and reach for bigger and greater things, is when he took us to his childhood
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
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.
For this paper, I have chosen to interview my dad, Lester Everitt, because we have several statuses, both ascribed and achieved, that vary. His ascribed statuses include that fact that he is a 66 year old, white male; these have contributed to his achieved status of completing some college, being married, and being currently retired. Although he is now retired, Lester served 20 years with the United States Air Force, which included several deployments during the Vietnam Conflict, and then worked for 25 years at the North Dakota State Penitentiary until various health issues forced him to retire. When Lester was asked about his “master status” or the one status he feels he is most often regarded as, he struggled to provide an answer. Upon further
My goals in life were once like a tornado, spinning tremendously fast, and picking up any idea that seemed to come in my path. They slowly started clearing up when a young boy entered my life. Being introduced to this eight year old boy reciprocated on envisioning my career. Alan was my stepbrother, so I did not have the luxury to grow up with him from birth. I knew who
I remember from my childhood days when my father used to go on a scooter to his office and often ride me to school. He had a dream of buying a car for the family. He experienced a lot of struggle in life. He used to travel in a bus to our neighboring town to teach in a small law school during weekends for extra money. He eventually lived his dream by buying a car for us. He taught me, nothing comes easy in life and struggle never stays forever. You have to be worthy and all it takes is faith, passion and hard work. No wonder, my passion for cars comes from my father.
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.
living room where my Step Daddy Cade was already firmly perched at his usual spot on the couch watching television. He looked dressed for success in a dingy wife-beater and an old pair of ratty boxers. As I watched him stare almost comatose at the television to me he looked as if he was already half-crocked.
Cathy is my mom 's stepmother. She has always been a really big part of my life. I chose her for my guided biographical study of an older person, because I know she has gone through a lot in her lifetime. She is very easy to have conversations with, and she is very open about the hardships she has been through. I also chose her because it was convenient. She decided to come visit for a few days in October, so I asked if I could interview her for class while she was here.
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.
I think for most gay sons, it's difficult (if not impossible) to talk with our fathers about our lives. We make our world queerly ironic when we don't tell the people we love how we perceive our world. The realms of politics, religion, and sex are domains of power, myth, and embarrassing intimacy -- worlds that are difficult to share with our (straight) fathers who have lived very different lives than their gay sons.