Eulogy For 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.

Few hours of sleep, just worked a tiring shift, but my dad still gets up to go to our sports meets. My dad sacrifices so much to make sure that we are happy. My dad never misses our sports and will go with no sleep so he can come. My dad works countless hours to buy us the extra things. My dad always goes above and beyond for us and shows us that you need to work hard for your family. That is why my dad is my Michigan hero.

It was easily accessible because I carried it in my bag with me everywhere I went. Something stood out to me that I had not connected before. Not only did I have the name of my biological mom, but she had also included her birth date. I did the math in my head to guess what year she was born and went to work. With the help of the ever amazing Google, I typed and clicked with sweaty hands until I found a possible match. My nerves were all over the place as I made the decision to take a chance and try to make contact. I wrote a letter to this person explaining my situation with enough detail to confirm if it was her, but not too much in case it wasn't. A few days later I got an e-mail, it was her! I had done it. I had found my biological mom. From then on we have talked, we have met, and we have formed a beautiful relationship. I have learned so many things about myself and my history. All thanks to that day shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I have found the real

Ed doesn’t care. He has lived long enough to realize it doesn’t matter what people think. His hair is balding on the top, goes down to about his shoulders, and is as white as snow. He wears the same outfit everyday: a battered pair of jeans, ford belt buckle, and boots. He doesn’t wear a shirt, I always think he wakes up and can’t find a shirt so he makes himself just decent enough to go outside. He has tattoos all over his chest, and could be the scariest looking person I have ever seen. When we knock on his door at about 3 p.m. we assume he is just waking up because he looks like he has seen daylight for the first time in a week. He opens the door and gives us a grin of relief and says “You here to mow the lawn? She probably needs it. How long has it been?” “About a month” I reply. He hands Camden $30 and we got to work. Ed looks up at the sky and says a work I can’t say in this paper then he goes back inside.

spending every seconds; minutes; hours; days; weeks; and months with you is memorable, every night I spend with you make me want to stay longer and be with you everyday, I felt every emotion there is in the past eight months of being happy; worry; sad; joyful; disappointed; excited; lonely; scared; and being afraid, every drive to see you is worth every cents of gas cause you're the one I love, every time I hurted you make me sad to think that I don’t deserve a man like you to be in my life and to be my boyfriend who forgiven and love me as much as you do, no matter how bad our arguments and fights are I will always still want to cuddle with you; hug you; kiss you; and see you, I cried too often thinking you would leave too many time in restaurants;

I've told you many times and I'll still want to tell you again, Jan, I really thank God for you in my life. Maybe in this lifetime, you will never know how much I love, I care and cherish you. Whenever you're riding on the road, I'm worried for you because you mean so much to me, even more precious than my own life! I can never afford to lose you.Though at times you did tell me that you care, your actions speaks it all. Those little things that you did said to me will always be kept in my heart, where you'll always be,In the past I had always yearned for a relationship that is genuine and lasting, as for all these, I've found them in you! I'll make sure that the hand I'll be holding will forever be yours. even if i am away on a business trip

A loud crow of a rooster sends me tumbling out of my bed into the kitchen where I am greeted by my loving mother and my caring father. On a South Carolina chicken farm is where I grew up, where I learned to love, and where I tell my story. My mother and father come from similar backgrounds; my mother dropped out of technical college in the first semester and my father failed to graduate high school. While people would mock them a for the way they talked, it was quite evident that they wanted different for me. Quite frankly, it was if they wanted me to represent them in a way that finally give them the respect that they deserve. In my eyes, their background never crosses my mind, their love and desire for my success fuels me to strive for my absolute best.

This high societal position never crossed the image of my own destined future as a child, it had never even been one of my occupational considerations as I played with toy cars and soldiers. Most young boys, including myself, would look forward to saving the citizens and becoming firefighters or policeman. From my experience, those dreams are able to achieve, whether or not it is of the same dream you had when you were in your youth.

I have always known I was adopted, my mom, my adoptive mom has never kept this a secret from me. I loved my family that I grew up with; they never treated me any different. They were Caucasian and me, I was African American. When I was little I lived in three different states; Texas, Alaska, and Las Vegas. Growing up life was a little rough for me. I was always teased because my mom was white and I was black, my hair wasn’t how other expected for it to be, and kids would also make fun of the way that I dressed. I thought maybe if I knew my real mom as a child life would have been better for me. I love my mom, however, I had always wanted to know who my real mother was, but I was afraid I would never know her because when I was adopted it was a closed adoption.

“She’ll be here,” my mom said. “Oh look! There she is!” she smiled at Molly.

I think about my life every night before I go to bed. As a kid, I was not worried about the future. However, as I was introduced to the reality of drugs and alcohol in my neighborhood, my life took a turn. I chose the wrong path for a few years. As I got older, I realized life could be different if I made wise decisions.

“Ashley, go call the government” the head doctor whispered quietly to the head nurse. The nurse went and called the government while the other doctors and nurses try to contain the woman while

Betsy Sparrow, a psychologist at Columbia University, defines transactive memory as a shared system of knowledge where we have external memory systems available to us, typically in other people or the internet. We have learned to rely on these external systems to provide information rather than remember it ourselves. Even though I’ve never heard the term ‘transactive memory’ before watching this video, it makes sense. We can’t possibly remember everything, especially if we don’t use it every day, but if I remember where to find it, I can still utilize the information when I need it. This isn’t a new concept; employees who work in team environments often rely on coworkers to provide a unique set of knowledge and expertise that other team members don’t have. It allows team members to focus on their area of responsibility and can create a cohesive team environment. I do this in my personal life with my family and friends. If I can ask someone else or look it up on the internet, like driving directions or a recipe, I don’t have to store it in my internal memory. I just need to remember where to locate the information. Dr. Sparrow says that we typically rely on external memory systems for information that we don’t use in our everyday lives. The amount of information at our fingertips has grown exponentially because of the internet and search engines like Google; we have learned to adapt by prioritizing what we must store in our internal memory and what we can store in external

At this time I had something great in my life occur, surprisingly. One day when I was sitting at our home in the kitchen, I started to think about marriage. I felt that I was about the right age to become married. My grandparents were siblings and married, while my parents were siblings and married. I felt then that it might be a good idea to get married then to one of my sisters. The reason this happened was because it made the land stay in our family’s ownership. Both of my sisters were definitely beautiful. Atet was very bossy at times, though. She could also be very mean.

Today, my family and I are finally leaving. We have been debating on leaving for the past week or so. We have recently lost all of our money. My dad wants to go and earn money in We live in Greece and it is about 100 miles to the coast where our ship will board. I am taking as many clothes as possible and I am taking my old teddy bear that I have had since the day I was born. We walked for days, taking breaks when possible and finding shelter during storms. Then one day my father said ,” Look,, there it is... the ship.” It had gig text on the side that said Nevada At this point I was trembling and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. As we were boarding the ship the scent of people who hadn 't bathed in weeks or maybe even months. It was terrible, but it was also the best. We were on our way to freedom.