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Inspirational Person
A person that not only have I encountered, but who has been with me for the last twenty years and has had a great effect on my life is my father. No matter what, my father has always been there for me. Before I was born my dad broke his back at work and was out of a job for fifteen years. I felt awful that he had gotten hurt, but I am also happy because fourteen out of those fifreen years he was out of work he was always around to take care of me. My dad is always doing whatever he can to make my family and I happy and as a teenager I took most of it for granted. hwever, the last couple of years I think I have grown up a lot and now I am a lot like my father because now I want to do anything to make him happy, also I realized if it was not for him I would not be sitting here writing this essay.
Ever since I was in elementary school my father told me that school is the most important thing in the world. He didn't go to school, so like any father would, he wanted to give his son the opprotunity he never had. To motivate me he would tell me, "If I ever want to be a Derek Jeter, I would have to do good in school.
"Really dad? But you don't math and science to play baseball." I would say back in a confused voice.
He would just laugh and say, "No you don't need them to play baseball, but you still need to be smart to play." I would agree and get out of the car to play the sport I used to love. I used to love those car rides, until my dad decided to get a new job. I did not like him working because I was used to him always being around to bring me to school, pick me up from baseball practice, and just talk to him about my day on the ride home. Everything changed. I felt like I lost my bestfriend. Therefore, I guess I felt like I had to replace him and i became closer with my friends from school. My dad and I never had anything to talk about anymore. I went from telling my dad everything to not even talking to him. I was losing him and thinking about it now it seemed

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