Descriptive Essay About My Father

The leader in my life is my father, as he has helped me journey through my life till this day and will continue helping me in the near future. I think to a large extent that my father has lead me to become the person that I am today, and I believe that I would not be the same person without my father’s positive thoughts and influential words he has provided me during the tough times I have experienced. My father has impacted me in many ways, for example, the morals he lives by has impacted me to keep living by the same morals. The morals he believes are mostly past down from his parents (my grandparents) and that is the reason why I will do the same in the future. I believe that my father was also greatly impacted by my grandparents

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There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

"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.

What is the definition of a perfect father? Someone would say it is a man who goes to their child’s baseball games, dance recitals or theatrical plays. A man who attends all family outings as if it is their duty. A man who showers their child in love and affection. A man who apologizes for his faults when they occur. My father was not described this way. My father is known for leaving his two young children and wife to serve his consequence in jail for five years. It was as if one minute he was there reading me as story and the next he was gone. I had the chance of living a normal life as some people would call it with both my parents, until I was six.

My grandfather was an extraordinary man. He seemed to know exactly how to reach everyone on a personal level that was around him. This caused me to view him as larger than life as a child. He was the true adventurous type, and he had been that way since he was a child, at least that is what I assume due to his remarkable stories he told about himself as a young boy. He was the type of man that was so full of life that you could never imagine that life ever leaving him.

My grandfather was a disorganized workaholic, a good listener, and a brave man. He was, according to one of his students, “… the Indiana Jones of linguistics.” I love that man because of what I have learned about him. I knew my grandfather when he was sick, but like many Parkinson’s patients, he had been changed by his illness, so when I knew him, he seemed more like a moving body than a person. When I was born, his sense of direction had already left, his muscles had already started to stiffen, and his coping abilities had eroded considerably.

My grandfather’s name was Charles Asa Davis, Jr. He was the son of Charles A. Davis Sr and Lois Lee Loggins Davis. My grandfather grew up in Bradenton, Florida which is about forty-five minutes south of Tampa, Florida. He came from an extensive line of fishermen and was a hard worker by all accounts. As a young man, he learned the art of plastering to better support his family. When building was slow, he would then go on commercial fishing trips for more income. My grandfather which we called him “Papa” was an honest, good, and tough man.

When I think of my Papa many things come to mind, but one of the most important is how loving he is. He is a tall man, about six feet tall and is in good shape. He has a silver-colored hair and an infectious smile. He is very joyful and loves to crack jokes with his family and friends. His real name is Tony Morton, but he is lovingly known as Papa to me as well as his 3 other grandchildren. Papa was born January 14th of 1947 in Concord, North Carolina to Paul and Della Morton. He grew up in the neighboring town of Kannapolis. Papa still lives near the same area that he was raised.

The year is 2004, somewhere in a cab. I hear the jingle of the beads attached to the Rosary on the rear view mirror, I see the trees flashing as if everything we left behind turned into nothingness. I remember feeling sad or scared but not knowing why. I see green, everything in sight was green. I felt the sinister whisper of the wind gently kissing the hairs on the back of my neck, sending a chill through my body. My mother smiled at me with tear filled eyes and a baby inside of her. Whether I knew it or not my life was about to change.

All movies have three parts, a beginning, middle, and end. This movie I’m going to share with you is no different, except this movie plays in my head every time I think about Papa. Even though I was so young I remember every day spent with Papa as if there is a movie reel going round and round in my head. Let me take you into this movie that I call life, so you too can experience Papa as I had.

I currently live with my parents who adopted me at the age of ten and fostered me since the age of two. My dad, a father of seven raised me as though I was one of his own and never regarded me as anything less. He has always guided me with a strong hand and soft voice and through the years my admiration for him grew. My dad has many stunning qualities that I admire but three of them stand out the most. He is loyal, humble, and dedicated.

Every person I have ever met has someone that they are able to look up to and can say that that specific person is their hero. A very important person in my life that has affected me in many ways would be my father. There is so much to know about such a great person. Lance Knight is a mentor, a hard worker, a businessman, an avid ice hockey fan, and a loving dad. Whether he is at home, in the office, or out socializing with friends and family you can always expect a friendly and positive demeanor. My father is one of the most paramount and compelling people in my life due to his love he shares for others, his influential advice, and the countless similarities we have in common.

My grandfather was a disorganized workaholic, a good listener, and a brave man. He was, according to one of his students, “… the Indiana Jones of linguistics.” I love that man because of what I have learned about him. I knew my grandfather when he was sick, but like many Parkinson’s patients, he had been changed by his illness, so when I knew him, he seemed more like a moving body than a person. When I was born, his sense of direction had already left, his muscles had already started to stiffen, and his coping abilities had eroded considerably.