Because of Him I Have a Life...
Sharon P. Lam
18 September 2013
CPC Per. 2
Because of him I have a life…
He gave me a beautiful life, not an affluent one but it was something. My father is the reason why I have a life, why I am the person I am now. Even though he tells me I shouldn’t take this life for granted, I still do. For a girl who grew up into poverty, I thought just maybe I would make careful decisions but I don’t and that’s a lesson I learned the hard way; the lesson I learned from my dad. Since 1996 to current day today, he has served in the military for 17 almost 18 years now. My father is a big impact in my life because he was the one who changed it, is why. Since the day he transferred from being a police officer to becoming a military man in combat he started to build this expressionless exterior that changed everything about him. He no longer has the smooth baby face he had before he joined the army. His face has scars that defines him as a individual, dark marks, tan lines cover his face from being in the field, his sharp features reminds me of how much he worked to find us this life. The thing that eats at my heart every day is the tired look he tries to cover every time he comes home, the stress that caused gray hairs around his military haircut.
My father taught me several lessons, I can hear him vividly lecturing me saying “Sharon, you need to learn to not depend on others; not friends, not best friends, and not boyfriends. All you need is yourself because at the end of the day you’ll always be the one to face struggles, hurt, and problems alone. Nobody knows you better than yourself.” I learned that he was right, and the sad part is I had to experience it to learn it the hard way. In my childhood and how I was raised, my father taught me to be humble and kind. He said” the worst kind of person you can ever become is a prejudice one.” Not once has he ever been prejudice to anyone in his life, he always told me that God made them the way they are for a reason, and
18 September 2013
CPC Per. 2
Because of him I have a life…
He gave me a beautiful life, not an affluent one but it was something. My father is the reason why I have a life, why I am the person I am now. Even though he tells me I shouldn’t take this life for granted, I still do. For a girl who grew up into poverty, I thought just maybe I would make careful decisions but I don’t and that’s a lesson I learned the hard way; the lesson I learned from my dad. Since 1996 to current day today, he has served in the military for 17 almost 18 years now. My father is a big impact in my life because he was the one who changed it, is why. Since the day he transferred from being a police officer to becoming a military man in combat he started to build this expressionless exterior that changed everything about him. He no longer has the smooth baby face he had before he joined the army. His face has scars that defines him as a individual, dark marks, tan lines cover his face from being in the field, his sharp features reminds me of how much he worked to find us this life. The thing that eats at my heart every day is the tired look he tries to cover every time he comes home, the stress that caused gray hairs around his military haircut.
My father taught me several lessons, I can hear him vividly lecturing me saying “Sharon, you need to learn to not depend on others; not friends, not best friends, and not boyfriends. All you need is yourself because at the end of the day you’ll always be the one to face struggles, hurt, and problems alone. Nobody knows you better than yourself.” I learned that he was right, and the sad part is I had to experience it to learn it the hard way. In my childhood and how I was raised, my father taught me to be humble and kind. He said” the worst kind of person you can ever become is a prejudice one.” Not once has he ever been prejudice to anyone in his life, he always told me that God made them the way they are for a reason, and