Proof Fence Narrative

My parents own six rental houses around St. Cloud, so the majority of my summers are at these houses, fixing things, mowing, and remodeling. On this specific summer day in 2006, my dad and I were repairing a fence at the house that I have always referred to as the black shutter house. I wasn’t actually helping of course, I was running around the fenced in yard, picking the tiger lilies on the side of the house and doing whatever six year olds do. I remember walking over to my father’s silver pick-up truck and grabbing a socket wrench from his tool bucket. I guess I thought I was trying to help father fix the fence because I walked over to the fence gate that wasn’t attached to the rest of the fence and started hitting it. Now this fence wasn’t a simple wooden fence, it was a metal chain link fence where the top forms a sharp point, so when I hit the fence it fell down on me, crushing me and cutting open the back of my right leg. My father at the time of this tragic incident was on the other side of the detached garage, so when he heard me screaming he was by me in seconds, lifting me up and carrying me to the
This story is how my father took care of me in a time of need, not leaving my side for a second. He stays strong and calm even in the worst situations. This normally wouldn’t be a stand out life lesson, but currently its something I need to know. I need to do the same things for my father, I need to stay strong for him and take care of him just like he did for me. In September my dad was diagnosed with stage four Lymphoma, and it changed everything for my family. For a few months all I could do was think about loosing my father, because I didn’t and still don’t know what will happen. I didn’t know if he would make it to graduation or if he would be around for many more years. My reaction was really selfish; all I could think of was myself and how I would manage to still live a normal