Reflective Essay 2
Zoarski 1
Elijah Zoarski
Mrs. Henninger
Composition
November 24, 2014
Losing My Father and Finding Myself
Every child born on this planet is given the gift of courage. However, many individuals take this gift for granted.
Personally, I always struggled with courage; I never understood why I struggled with this until I faced the death of my father. The unexpected death caused me to reflect on many aspects of my dark childhood; I came to a very abrupt conclusion merely out of frustration. I concluded that my father robbed me of my childhood, but not only that, my courage as well. For many months, I stayed angry at a pine box and negative memories, thinking what I could have done or changed. I eventually sat myself down to really think about my whole childhood.
My father’s death would end up giving me the courage to reexamine the pain that he once inflicted on me, which eventually lead to me finding the strength to forgive him.
To be courageous means to do something that frightens you, or to have strength in the face of pain or grief. So I thought to myself, “What truly frightens me or inflicts pain? Nothing really significant.” So then I thought, “what was I afraid of?” Within seconds the word “father” crossed my mind. Since before I could remember, my father had a serious drinking problem.
This addiction ended up being the reason why my mother left him. I do not know if he was unhappy with himself or his built up anger, but I got the lucky task of being a human punching bag. Whether it was the verbal or physical abuse, he found a way to make me miserable every single Wednesday and every other weekend.
Zoarski 2
At the age of seven, I was so consumed with hatred and bitterness that I spoke up for myself, refusing to stay with my father on his scheduled days. This is the first and only time I really had any sense of courage. This separation proceeded for two years until I initially forgot about the pain and suffering,
Elijah Zoarski
Mrs. Henninger
Composition
November 24, 2014
Losing My Father and Finding Myself
Every child born on this planet is given the gift of courage. However, many individuals take this gift for granted.
Personally, I always struggled with courage; I never understood why I struggled with this until I faced the death of my father. The unexpected death caused me to reflect on many aspects of my dark childhood; I came to a very abrupt conclusion merely out of frustration. I concluded that my father robbed me of my childhood, but not only that, my courage as well. For many months, I stayed angry at a pine box and negative memories, thinking what I could have done or changed. I eventually sat myself down to really think about my whole childhood.
My father’s death would end up giving me the courage to reexamine the pain that he once inflicted on me, which eventually lead to me finding the strength to forgive him.
To be courageous means to do something that frightens you, or to have strength in the face of pain or grief. So I thought to myself, “What truly frightens me or inflicts pain? Nothing really significant.” So then I thought, “what was I afraid of?” Within seconds the word “father” crossed my mind. Since before I could remember, my father had a serious drinking problem.
This addiction ended up being the reason why my mother left him. I do not know if he was unhappy with himself or his built up anger, but I got the lucky task of being a human punching bag. Whether it was the verbal or physical abuse, he found a way to make me miserable every single Wednesday and every other weekend.
Zoarski 2
At the age of seven, I was so consumed with hatred and bitterness that I spoke up for myself, refusing to stay with my father on his scheduled days. This is the first and only time I really had any sense of courage. This separation proceeded for two years until I initially forgot about the pain and suffering,