The Loss In 2008, at the time, I was living with my family. I lived in Lakewood, Ohio with my mom,dad, and my younger siblings.We lived in a one story house with my brother, which was the youngest, and my sister, which was the second youngest.Then there's my mom, dad, and I. As I was the oldest, by about three to four years apart from my siblings, I was the only one going to school, while my siblings stayed at home still not ready for school. I thought it was unfair that I was the only one going to school, and got to miss out on things they did at home , or if they left and went somewhere without me. My dad was my role model because I used to always look up to him, and love to do whatever he did. He used to always take me to go fishing or even to go feed the birds bread.I just saw my dad as like, one of the coolest super heroes.Not only was it just him, but i always loved his side of the family way more then my mom’s side of the family. I remember one time he brought all of my cousins to our house, and he let us stay up late playing the Wii. He also ordered pizza that night, so that was also why it was such a blast. My dad had the …show more content…
next to each other on the couch. I was so happy for the next morning, because I was having a pizza party with my teacher.So the night before I ended up falling asleep next to my dad on the couch, when we were watching t.v. The next morning I wake up with a smile on my face and ready for whatever is ahead. I get up eat, brush my teeth, and do whatever I needed for me to go. I told my mom get up let’s go. She tells me go get the keys from your dad while I get dressed. I run to my dad and try to wake him up and nothing was working. I told my mom he’s not waking up. So then, she tries and nothing is working. I didn’t really know what was going on I was so confused.Then my mom starts crying and then I realized something happened, also watching my brother and sister come near me and my
A role model is someone that is sought for guidance, and often admired. When thinking of my own role model, the qualities I wish to have when I become an adult come to mind. When scanning through the many influential adults that have shaped who I am today, deciding on just one role model is a difficult feat. However, I see the person I wish to become, reflected in the life of my dad. For that reason, my role model is my own father.
My father is my biggest role model and always will be. He has taught me everything I know.
My dad was the most passionate person I've ever known. When he believed there was truth in something, he strived to educate others in the hopes they might open their minds to new possibilities. He was silly and zany with a great sense of humor. His lively presence was always felt in a room. He was a voracious reader. If I ever had a question about something, he always had answers because he'd read an article or a book recently about it. He was generous with his time. He would do anything for anybody at any time. My dad loved toys. When I was a kid, he'd buy me things that he really wanted to play with like capsella and model trains. He was an extremely sentimental person. When he visited his grandson for the first time 2 months ago, he bought him his first model car and purchased the New York Times that came out the day after so that Matthew would someday know what was going on in the world the day he was born, he saved all magazines, he framed simple notes sent by friends that signified an important time in his life, he couldn't bare to sell his childhood home.
In my life, my grandfather has always been my role model. He valued his beliefs and always abides by his values. My grandfather is a pastor. His leadership position in church gave him many responsibilities. I was never disappointed because he always tried to live an honest life. He was always trustworthy, reliable and responsible not just in church but also for his family. People followed his lead because he was always true to his words; he literally practiced what he preached. Credibility was the basic foundation for my grandfather’s leadership position. His credibleness has helped the church stay
My dad was my first example of what a true gentleman is, and has always set an amazing example for me. My relationship with him has showed me what love is, and I know that I am extremely blessed to have him in my life. He is extremely hard working, and deserves so much more than he gets. I know I am the luckiest girl in the world, because I got the best father that anyone could ask for. That is why I hope to be able to take him to Alaska one day, and hear even more about his time
It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
In my mind, my dad had to be one of the best out there. My dad was the center of my life as a kid, trying to follow his every step. When I was a kid I had spent my free time building model houses out of anything I could find laying around: Legos, Lincoln logs, and such things. I could go down into the basement in the morning, and not
Dad was my rock. He was always there or just a phone call away. He was the funniest man I knew, he could make you smile just by him walking into the room. But with all his fun did come a serious side of him. He was a stern and disciplined man, but he could never resist the opportunity to have a little fun here and there.
My dad is always happy to help. He always has time to assist me with whatever I need. Sometimes when I don't comprehend a certain thing on my homework, he works through the problem with me until I fully understand how to solve it myself. He is very inquisitive and is always showing me diverse ways to solve my problems If I have to do chores around the house, he is always the first one I call. He and I work together as a team and finish them. Also, I speak two languages, so it is a little hard when I am talking to my parents to not get the two mixed up. Luckily, my dad helps me by correcting me if I mispronounce a word or phrase and reminds every time I make that same mistake so it sticks in my head forever. That way when I'm talking to my grandparents or other family members, I know how to speak properly.
My grandma is my role model because she has accomplished so much and been through so much in her life. She is a very beautiful person, but very stubborn in what she believes and wants. Its almost impossible to get her to change her mind. She is always telling me how proud she is of me and has pretty high expectations of me. My mom is also a role model for me because she had a rough childhood and after she started a family she went back to college she is still attending college now, she gives me motivation to never give up and reminds my of how good my life is
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
My dad is a hero to me because he shows me strength he explains the bad choices he has made in his life so that I can make the good choices. If it wasn’t for my mom and Jesus, my dad wouldn’t be who he is today. My dad is a man of honor to My Lord and Savior. He shows me that if I ever need help with a decision, I need to either go to him or ask God for help. When my dad started working here in Greeley, he, my mom, and I all had to make a decision to move up here. My mom and I didn’t get to see my dad a lot in Trinidad, so that’s when my mom said we were going to move up here to be him.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back
My grandfather was my role model because he would always help others. He was a doctor, and he would treat patients, even if they could not pay him. It did not matter to him. All that mattered was that he was able to help someone.