I Believe In Hard Work

Both of my parents came from conservative backgrounds raised by grandparents who worked to give them better opportunities much like they did for me, my grandparents, however, didn't attend college. For these reasons and struggles, my parents raised me to appreciate hard work. I work at my family business of my mother and father. I do things for the benefit of the family firm so that we all prosper even if it inconveniences me. All for the greater good of the family, I never complain and even try to do more. This positive mentality will be important as an adult in college and the workplace because I can’t become successful by wallowing in self pity because my circumstances have made a few waves ahead of where I’m sailing

I had only learned this recently, but when you work hard you can achieve anything in life. When I was younger my father would have me do tasks such as cutting grass or jobs that required manual labor. It was tough sometimes I refused to do it, but that wouldn’t matter

Ever since I was little and did not know how to do basic things like walk, talk or solve an algebraic equation. Naturally I would get discouraged and would not try to do it again. However, my parents effortlessly raised me, had encourage me to keep going. That I would get what I wanted if I put my heart into it. I’m not spoiled like Simon sinek would say we were raised with bad parenting skills.; my parents did not argue with my teachers over a stupid grade or to force me intro honors class room.

I believe in the power of appreciation. We should appreciate everything we have and never take anything for granted. One evening, my father came home from work and the whole family sat down for dinner. My father asked for a drink, which usually means something bad happened or it was a hard day at work. My father worked in textiles with his brothers and his father. Once my grandfather past away, his sons came together and took over the business. My uncle was always known to be more successful in the business and it never bothered me until that day. It felt tense in the room and my mom said that she needed to speak to us about something. My sister and I gave a funny look to each other; we had no idea what was coming. My father had a stern look

Indeed, my father is responsible teaching me an excellent lesson that still holds strong to my beliefs today. I absolutely hated the process, which was a childhood filled with chores, but in the end, the chores weren’t so bad and believe it or not I was eventually doing them without being

Growing up, it was instilled in me that if I wanted something, I have to work hard for it. This taught me the importance of money from a very young age as I did not grow up in luxury but, my parents and grandparents are providing me with all the necessities and opportunities (education) to put myself in a better financial standing than we are currently in. Though I did not get some things that other children my age may have gotten when I was younger, I would not be the same person that I am today without these morals and that I am thankful

My dad works in maintenance in a textile factory while my Mother work in a Restaurant to support our family. Blessed by my parent unwavering support, it would have been more difficult to get as far in school as I have, their hard work inspires me to becoming a

Growing up I came from a family of two sisters and a brother. My parents worked hard to be sure that there was always a roof over our head, food on the table, and clothes on our back. My worked for various companies until he was able to obtain his degree as an electrical technician. Today he maintains his own business known as McGhee Electric. My mother also took on various jobs to make ends meet. She began work as a cosmetologist and

It was January 2015 I was seven and all my Halloween candy was gone! I had spent 20 minutes thinking how to get more candy. That's when I saw how much candy my sister had she had eight full size candy bars eight. I had to get some so I asked,

My mom came from a poor family. Her family didn’t have a lot of money. She was the oldest of five kids. Her mom had to work a lot to provide for all of them. Her mom kicked her out when she was 13. She’s been on her own ever since. She didn’t have any money or a job. She had to stay with a friend. So, she finally found a job when she was 15 and she has been working ever since.

Throughout my research I have noticed that kids who worked hard and were independent at a young age became more successful in their futures. Parents who encourage their kids to work hard in their own advantage are giving their kids a jump start on life. There are many reasons that parents should work their kids but the main ones are, that kids will be given a jump-start in life, and they will learn important life skills like learning to be independent.

One day in 7th grade at 6th block it was almost time for Eogs to begin actually they were the following monday and i was talking to natalie.Mr.Clark was talking about something that really bored me ,so talking to natalie was pretty much my only option.I really should of payed attention but you know it was almost the end of the year and no one really payed attention.He wanted us to take notes so i pulled out a bunch of paper.Everybody kept asking me for paper so i got very annoyed.

Working hard is the best thing a person can do to achieve what they want. There is no person who obtained wealth or what they wanted by not doing anything. “...the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on

my mother was a housewife, and my father was an asphalt paver and sort of a jack of all trades. Dad raced demolition derby cars on the side while mom took care of my brothers, sister and I. Mom and dad did their best to always provide us with food, clothes and open doors to opurtunities, but they always seemed to exspect greatness out of us. I suppose if I had a child I would try and give them everything they needed to climb the perverbial ladder to prosperity. I however couldnt have landed farther away from my parents advantageious tree and landed myself in an abusive marrige.

As I entered my teen years, my father expected more out of me than just being a good student. Dad always seemed to have projects going on around the house, and I became his helper. It did not matter what the project was, he always seemed to need my help and I was not happy about that. I had better things to do than wasting a weekend working around the house. Somehow my dad knew how to do everything and felt it was his job to teach all of it to me. I was a teenager and had all of the knowledge I would ever need, so I thought. As it turned out, most of the skills I obtained helping my father led me to a rather lucrative career in manufacturing a few years later.