Essay about Being Just Like My Father

Growing up I was always closer to my dad; he's taught me so much about life, me, and how to handle things. My dad always understood me better than my mom ever even tried. My dad taught me I need to stand up for myself, but also to be there when someone needs me. He helped me stand up for myself, showed me what respect looks like; also, he taught me loyalty and respect are the two most important things. Along with all of that, he was there for me when no one else was.

Everything he does, is for us. The biggest thing my dad has done for me is provide me with the opportunity to go to college. At 19 years old, working a dead end waitress job, there was no way I was going to be able to pay for college. Financial aid was not an option and

Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of

Although single parenthood is on the rise in homes today, children still often have a father role in their life. It does not matter who the part is filled by: a father, uncle, older brother, grandfather, etc...; in almost all cases, those relationships between the father (figure) and child have lasting impacts on the youth the rest of their lives. In “I Wanted to Share My Father’s World,” Jimmy Carter tells the audience no matter the situation with a father, hold onto every moment.

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

After a couple minutes I got up and she took me to my room which I shared with 3 other kids that were around my age and so happens to me the room all the way down at the end of the hallway. That day was the longest day and one of the roughest days of my life but it went and another day came. Still not over the fact that I don’t get to see my mom until who knows. A year has passed and I have made friends and lost friends because they either went back to their family or got a new family and I was one of the few that were there since I arrived a year ago. I knew after that year that I would never see my mom again all though she said she would get me back soon which hurts because she lied to me which wasn’t anything new, but just knowing that I never knew my real dad and now never will see my mom or any other family just stuck with me and every night I would just lay there crying and thinking about what is going to happen to me when or if I ever leave this place and that happened the entire time I was in this children’s home which was for four

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

As a child my father was mostly occupied with work, so as a child I never had anyone in my house to look up to. Now as I have grown up I admire him for everything he has done for me. I have met many people who have impacted me, from teachers to fictional characters, but no one can compare to mi abuelo.

He is a mechanic where I learned a lot from him. He showed me how to fix simple things from cars that In the present it has helped me a lot. From a simple oil change to a flat tire on the road has been a good help. My father has shoes me alot from being a mechanic to being a better person. He has showed me manners and has helped me when most need him.

A few days after I turned eighteen, I was riding in the car with my mom. She turned to me and said "Kristina, I have some things I was waiting to share with you until I thought you were old enough." She proceeded to tell me details about my biological mom and biological family that

I may have not realised it but March 5, 2002 was the hardest day, even if I have no recollection of it. When you're 2 years old you don't recall much but snippets , like being given 2 small goldfish. Which is my only real memory of my father. Now for a while my aunt moved in after that day, I thought that was normal. Until I about was 5. I noticed many children getting picked up from daycare by their fathers. When I finally asked my mother where my father was she gave me a somber look and remained silent. Which was the response I’d constantly get she always had a difficult time communicating about him with me. It was hard- really hard. Especially when I learned the truth, about three years later.

My dad has always been my biggest motivator and the reason for growing up the way I did. We had a very tight relationship; I was definitely a "daddy's girl." I always wanted to be around him, he was someone I looked up to when I was younger. I always looked at him like he was so much more

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

The quality that I admire the most about my father is how hard working he is. When my father was in high school he ran track. He worked hard everyday and night. He always fought the temptation of being lazy and giving into peer pressure. His hard work paid off and he made it to states his senior year. He also holds many records at his high school. If you ever walk through the hallway of Fairview High School, where the trophy case is you will see a picture of my father with his track records that still to this day have not been broken. His dedication has worn off on me with softball. Although, I do not possess any records, I still train hard in hopes of making my own records. I hope one day I can be the best, just like he was. My father will continue to make a positive impact on my life. His constant guidance and advice, always being there for me and his great qualities have influenced me and made me the person I am

In conclusion, I am daddy's little girl and proud of that. I could not of asked for a better father. My dad has always been there for me and I wil always be there for him. I respect my father because he deserves to be. He stayed and was a father and never took the easy way out like in the world today most fathers do. I believe my father is the best at everything he does. He has been through so much in his life and still is a happy wonderful man; I would have been sad and depressed if I had to go through hald as much as my father. Dad is strong and looks ahead not He still works hard everyday, at the age of 64 years old. I admire and respect my father for everything he has does and has done. I work hard at everything I do for the greatest reward at the end of all my accomplishments is making my father proud.