My father is everything. He is my father, he is my hero, he is my bestfriend, and he is my inspiration. If I one day am able to be half as strong as my father has been I will be happy because his strength is what pushes me to want to succeed. His perseverance drives me forward and his support makes me feel…
My dad and I have a relationship, but it is and never was the relationship that I dreamt we would have. My mom sacrificed, prayed, and gave us everything she had so that we wouldn't grow up like everyone else who came from the same background we did. She would tell us all the time that we weren't like everyone else, that we were unique and made for a different purpose that God would show us as we grew in him. She told this to my brothers when it was time for them to move out of the house and still reminds my sister and I of it when we are facing hard times. She raised us to not depend or lean on man, but to cast all our worries on God because at the end of the day man will fail you while God remands standing strong.…
All my siblings began to create their own little families and it was just my parents and I. Over the years, my father became an alcoholic. He has never stopped drinking, even until now in present day. He has made me doubt myself in various ways and has always told me I would not make it anywhere in life; I always thought otherwise, though. His words made me want to work harder, and even though it hurts not to have a father figure, I’m glad I don’t because it made me become independent. Until this day, I have not talked to my father, but some day I hope to thank him, even though he does not deserve it. It has just been my mother and I ever since. Though sometimes, I see her struggling, I try my best to do everything I can as a student and as a daughter to make her proud because that’s the only person I…
I lost my father seventeen years ago. While I grew up with my father, I did not know him because of the emotional distance. While he was a wonderful provider, a devout Christian, I knew him as a strict disciplinarian. The heart-to-heart connection was unfortunately missed and he was a stranger to me.…
The night I found out about my dad, I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. At first, all I could think of were moments that he wouldn’t be able to witness. From seeing me graduate college to walking me down the aisle, it felt like I was being hit with a tsunami as I realized that soon, I would have to walk the path of life without my dad. How was it fair that I would have my dad ripped from my life after only 15, 16, or 17 years? I spent so much time feeling bad for myself that I didn’t see just how lucky I really was. While there are people in this world who have never known their parents, I’ve been blessed to know my father for 15 years. Despite the fact that many people in this world take their parents for granted,…
There are many biopsychosocial influences that could affect me this semester. The main biopsychosocial influence that I believe will have an effect on me is socio – cultural with homesickness and being lonely. I am a triplet and I have always gone to school with my siblings, so not seeing them every day could be a challenge for me. The other biopsychosocial influence that I may deal with this semester is biological with not eating as much as I should because I have classes during lunch most of the week. The last biopsychosocial influence that may impact me this semester is psychological with depression and anxiety because I get really anxious over school work and I also don’t have any classes with my roommate which could lead to me having depression. All of these biopsychosocial influences could seriously have an effect on me this semester.…
I never really think about not having a dad growing up unless someone points it out. That is, thinking about how it affected my life. “Sure it bothered me, but I didn’t need him,” is a quick summary I tell my friends. My father left Illinois not too long after I was born. My mother was still here, falling a tad bit short of the “responsible” example. Overall, I’ve done superb without him. However, thinking about all the times I wish he’d been here, I realize it made a big impact on my outlook and opinions.…
My Papa has impacted my life in many ways but he is mainly the one who truly shaped me…
When my sisters and I first came to the United States I had trouble understanding American English. Though we had been taught English in our school in the camp we were not prepared to learn in a completely English environment in a completely new culture. The transition was quite a challenge for us, not to mention starting well into the second half of the school year, but we pressed through and managed to get good grades.…
Growing up with a father that has always seemed to be in and out of jail; left me with a lot of unwanted memories. He should have been the one person that kissed all my scrapes and bruises away from riding a bike for the first time. He should have been the one that put me to sleep with the sound of his voice reading bed time stories and he should have been the one that I could have been proud of, looked up to and showed off to all my friends. He wasn’t the ideal father but the times I did spend with him were the best because he always tried his hardest to make me happy.…
At first my dad was angry. Pacing back and forth with disbelief that something like this could happen. Then, when the anger subsided, he began to cry. As I reassured my dad that I would do my best to continue school, he explained to me that it was not sadness he felt, that it was fear. I was confused, why would my father be scared? Not understanding, I hugged him, comforting him. He then promised me that no matter how hard things got he would be there to help me. It was then that I decided that giving up was not an option. I would finish school and give my child a good future.…
For much of my childhood, one of my goals was to be everything my dad was when he was living. I wanted to walk like him, talk like him, do the things he did when he was a kid….everything! What society had told me was that a boy was to be like his father, and since my father wasn’t around, I had to go by what I saw in pictures or video. Unfortunately, these small snapshots of a man’s life did not go far in describing his true nature. I clung to every aspect of his character, and emulated the man these pictures, films, and tales told me he was – until one day, when I stumbled across my mother’s diary, and learned that no man, even my father, was perfect. What I learned that day was that the man I had been creating in my mind was an ideal that I believed a father should be. He was strong and firm, but loving and caring. I didn’t believe he ever made mistakes. So when I read the diary and learned that he did make mistakes, my Dad became someone even more important to me than ever before. Suddenly, I was freed from the expectations to live up to the example he set. The change was quick and drastic; I went from failing as an athlete to flourishing as an artist, questioning the Republicans I affiliated myself with to embracing the platforms of the Democrats, and striving to be tough kid to striving to be a compassionate one. Essentially, I found my true self. For a while, I wondered if I was shaming my father by not emulating him in every way. Did he think I was weak because I played no sports or crazy because I supported Kerry? What I soon realized was that a father, whether living or dead, would love his son no matter what he did. Today, I try my best to blend the examples he has set for me with my own passions and dreams. I know that as he watches me, he is proud of everything I do and captivated by my life’s twists and turns. As I look forward towards the future I see my dad as a part of the greater meaning of my life; he will always be another influence in my…
It was not difficult for me to decide who I have connected with the least over the year, yet it was not a connection that was weak from the start, but one that slowly declined throughout the course of our relationship. The disconnection with my father was not of his own volition, but rather a natural decline due to his situation. My father, John had once been a man I admired, because of his strong dedication to establishing a healthy home for my mother my sister and me. He was once a tall strong man with a muscular build, additionally he also cared deeply for our family and would do anything he could to make me and my sister happy. My father would frequently take us on sojourns throughout Virginia and New York that created pleasant memories…
No matter what happens I know I can rely on his judgement. For instance, when I was getting a lot of pressure from someone and I couldn’t talk to my parents about it, he was the one who listened to my side of the story without an instant condemnation. He never over-reacted to the problem without understanding it. Instead, he listened to my problem, asked me questions and helped me see the way to the solution. I feel like I can always rely on his advices.…
He was always there for my ups and downs, ensuring me to move forward, and mutually, I was there for him. During my downs, I cried almost every night when skyping with him. He stares, listens but never judge me. He would just sat there listening to me babbling about my problems. He never fail to bring me back up after that by telling me jokes and at times, Mama Ros will join our conversation and lighten up the mood in her own way. It’s wonderful how I felt as if a big burden was taken off my shoulders every time we talked.…