Becoming An Influential

I have come from a well-meaning but very scarring, ambivalent and dysfunctional family. My father was a sometimes physically, but often times very emotionally abusive person. Using a large amount of fear and intimidation of him to control our family and home. My mother regularly took out her anger and frustration towards my father on me since my parent’s first major separation when I was seven years old which in conjunction with the negative impact of my parents’ off and on separations leading up to their eventual divorce I developed depression, anger and other behavioral problems as well. I suffered many years of abuse from my mother as a result of these things. I understood both my parents cared for me, even though their actions often time both demonstrated it and contradicted it which lead to much confusion in relationships and friendships outside of my family. One of if not the most scarring experiences were of my mother and the adults she surrounded herself with sympathizing her abuse towards me because of the abuse she endured by my father and

In social psychology, social influence is a process where someone’s beliefs, thoughts and behaviour change by being exposed to beliefs, thoughts and opinions of others. It manifests in several forms, such as obedience, compliance and conformity. All these types of social influence have been studied by numerous researchers who investigated the reasons why people conform to social norms and obey to authorities, such as Milgram’s classic studies on obedience. His experiments support the popular idea of ‘banality of evil’ –Hannah Arendt (1963)’s famous phrase referring to the capability to accomplish dreadful things out of banal reasons–, revealing that people conform submissively and thoughtlessly to the orders that authorities deliver, no

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

The target audience at this time is business and other health care professionals as the need to have nurses recognized as assets to the fast moving execution of electronic systems in health care, soon to replace paper, is urgent. If more nurses are not involved in this process as expert consultants, there is a high risk of failure and inevitably patient safety. I will not directly target the public but indirectly as I believe once health care and business professionals view nurses as experts in our profession overall, then their perceptions and opinions will reach the public. The obstacle will be persuading those with little health care understanding just how nursing can be affective. Business leaders are all about deliverables, making sure they are provided. How the product is packaged is not of great concern; patient safety is not a term truly understood by non-clinical analysts and project managers. Within eHealth in general, the organizational structure from top down holds minimal if any clinical knowledge beyond the high level business of healthcare.

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Growing up I had two step moms that didn’t stay permanently; to me my father was all I had. My dad was my role model and my hero, and once he went to prison I was left very confused on how this could happen. At this point in my life I felt alone and like there was no one who wanted me. I was left devastated and received counseling for months. Eventually I started to come to terms with my situation.

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

I lived in military housing a little distance from base with my father Richard, mother Susan, sister Jewelia, and brother Ryan. When Richard got deployed to Iraq and Kuwait, Jewelia, Ryan, and I were left in Fulda with Susan. Due to being young, knowledge of what was going on escaped me. My only thoughts were the absence of daddy and the world changing around me. Jewelia was three and doing what toddlers do, but Ryan was nine, going on ten, and starting to rebel. Ryan developed a behavioral problem, started showing signs of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, also known as ADHD, and depression. Ryan would terrorize the dogs, Jewelia, and me. During the time of Richard's deployment, Ryan would abuse Jewelia on a daily basis by slamming her fingers in the door or shoving her down. Susan would ask what happened, and Ryan would always blame me. Half the time Susan would believe Ryan, and the other times she wouldn’t. You could say that it was almost always a pull of the straw day, lucky one day but not so much the next. Ryan started stealing and sneaking out of the house. He even stole money out of Susan’s purse on Mother’s Day to buy her a Mother’s Day gift. Susan was so angry, but Ryan’s excuse was that “It was the thought that counts”, and he ate her chocolates. As we got older, Ryan worsened. He was in and out of juvenile detention for smoking weed, stealing, and destroying Richard and

As, we settled in Palatine, without a father in my life, I basically became a father and a caregiver to my brother and sister. Many days and nights, my Mother, had to go out and run some errands, there would never be anyone to babysit my siblings especially since money is so tight. I would be the one watching them, many times it could be for hours and other times it could be all day. They would often have seizures, which I learned how to take care of and learned how to distribute the emergency medication. Often, I would have to come home from school or practice and help make dinner, clean the house, or help get my brother and sister ready for bed. After doing all of these chores to help my Mother out , and i would still be able to crank out my homework, and still manage to get great grades, because I knew the importance of them. This has always been a stressful situation in my life. My life has made me a better person, everything has matured me, and made me a better person. All of this is a part of my identity/background , it's made me who I am, and prepared me for the life. I'm not the normal football jock, this is my

     Due to the fact that my father was now on his own and trying to raise three children (my older brother from my father’s first marriage), he had to take a different position at his work. Although he was getting a raise it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had to start working the night shift so he could get the raise. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter and because of this new change, I began to lose valuable time with him as well. It was now up to my brother to watch over us at night and make sure we got to bed on time. If there was any trouble or and problems in general, my brother would call my grandmother. For three years my dad worked that job and every night he would stay up after he got home to see us. He would make my sister and I breakfast and make we were off to school on time. This meant the world to me because no matter what he always made time for us.

No one was getting along, and he was drinking more after the death of my grandfather. We had been is Yosemite for a few days and it was our last night. We decide to go eat dinner and play cards together. From the start he had already made fun of my brother and had been putting my mom down. So much so, that before I could finishing dealing the cards, eli was leaving and my mom was silent. I forgot what I said now, but I remember the response, and the look I got. After I heard the words everyone stopped moving. I held half the deck in my hands, Eli stood, half way through pushing in his chair, and my mom looked up in shock. He didn't say anything else to me, just stared. At first, I don't think I really processed what he said, but that night I really thought about it. I realized then that my dad was truly gone. He wasn’t a dad anymore, he was a strange, someone I no longer knew. I promised myself that week that I need to grow up, and let go of the believe that my dad was suppose to be someone I looked to for advice and help. Now, I do most things for myself. It hurts the most when I see my brother. He used to be so fun, and outgoing, and now, I can see the impact my dad has had on his feelings. It hurts because he has had to grow up earlier that I had to. I’m still not quite there yet, and I still struggle a lot with everything, but I'm figuring things out, and needless to say, I grew up that

I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.

The weekends was the worst days of my life. I was only in kindergarten, I remember that my dad would get mad and beat me with the belt because I didn't know how to read and write. He would leave me with bruise all over my body and yank some of my hair off. My mother would just watch and remain in silence. I would go to school cover up no matter how hot the weather is. As time flies by, I never heard my dad said I love you or even care about me. I have two other siblings, and they never got beaten to death or knows how it feel to be hated by your own father. I took care of them and feed them when my mom wasn’t feeling good. I was jealous at them but they dont understand whats going on? Here I am now, I’m standing at my shadow and trying to get rid of the pain feeling because of suddenly it feel just right. I saw my dad left with another woman and left my mother with my sister and brother. I grew up having the mentality that being hurt is love because you get used to it. I’m trying to hide being that shy person, avoiding guys on date, and trying to be that girl who is satisfied with life. This is my story as a

When asked who was the most influential person in my life without any hesitation I knew it was my father. My father has impacted my life greatly and has helped me become the person I am today. He has helped me in many ways; he pushes me to be the best, he is always there for me, and he possesses good qualities that I try to obtain.