My Father Writes His Story

These could be our appearance, the way we live, our religion and the food we eat. These would be the obvious differences that we can see, but we also think differently and these are things that we would not be able to see with our eyes. Western and Eastern people come from different environments, religions and cultures. The typical Eastern religions are polytheistic, the belief or worship of more than one god, where as Western religions are typically monotheistic, the belief that there is only one god. The Eastern world has many religions, including Shinto, Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism. Some of the religions in the Western world include Christianity, Catholicism, Puritanism, Protestantism, Judaism, and

Over the course of my life my values have changed based on circumstance. Currently if I had to list out my top five values in descending order they would be: religion, family, education, country, and culture. I value religion first and foremost because of my beliefs system that has been instilled in me since I was a child. " If you place God first in your life, then everything else will work itself out", is something my Grandfather has always told me. Family is something that doesn 't necessarily come first, but is a very high value to me. I identify as being a very caring father and husband, the protector, and head of my household. My family has always been supportive of my decisions. They have influenced me to always give my best at everything and to persevere when I fail. Education is the new value that has began to take a precedence in my life. Education is the bridge to success that I am striving to succeed at. Without education I cannot properly attend to my family 's needs. The time demand of education also puts it very high on my values list because it warrants the majority of my attention.

Well, if you'll pardon my saying so, I guess it is interesting, the many ways you and I overlap and whatnot. You begin with our Daddies. Your daddy was a pastor of the New Hope Baptist Church; my daddy was a pastor of a church at Excelsior Springs. Um. You're the youngest of the three James boys; I'm the youngest of the five Ford boys. Between Charley and me, is another brother, Wilbur here, with six letters in his name; between Frank and you was a brother, Robert, also with six letters. Robert is my Christian name. You have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. You're five feet eight inches tall. I'm five feet eight inches tall. Oh me, I must've had a list as long as your nightshirt when I was twelve, but I've lost some curiosities over the years.

a choked sob escaped my throat as i curled up on the empty bed, the ache in my chest not seeming to calm down. i felt so alone, and so wrong. he wasn't here anymore, and i wasn't able to talk to him. he was the only one who knew that i was transgender, and he seemed to be he only person who could cheer me up when i needed it.

It was a cold December night Dad had locked me out of the house it was better than the

When I was in, I think 4th grade and I was playing around and I was called to the office and I didn’t know what for. Was it my dad or mom? Was it someone I didn’t know? Was it just my sister? I had no clue what was about to happen.

I heard a loud yell as I stepped off the last step off the bus. It was 4:02pm and I had just gotten back from school. “Emily, come here! Hurry!” It was my dad. 1 million things raced through my head as I heard the loud yell. Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? Living on a farm, with animals and machinery, you generally don’t think of anything good when you hear yelling.

My heart was so fucking heavy watching my girl lay in that coma and the love that Dmitri showed her was just everything. My girl finally had the man she deserved, I was so overjoyed when she came back to us. My mind was set on one thing planning my wedding until my period didn't show up, so here I am pissing on the fucking stick of shame for any unmarried woman. Yes, I knew Redd would take care of our child and yes we were engaged but we were not married and I don't think we are ready for a baby. But if I was pregnant we weren't leaving this island until I had his last name, shit our only family was right here with us. I came out of the bathroom after saying a quick prayer, I picked up a half sleep Lyric and rocked her in my arms, “Shanice

anyone who truly cared about me knew that. “He's a deadbeat, jackass, horrible father. If he was half of-” that's when I cut her off. “Don't talk about my father like that. I'll see you next weekend. Goodbye,” and with that I hung up. It only lead to more rage.

One Friday night, my dad and I were sitting around the fire talking about all of grandpa’s past memories. I will never be able to forget this story. In my future, I can only hope my love story will be this good.

The snow dyed red from blood as my dad laid unresponsive,with a laceration to the head, while I looked at him in shock because I didn’t know what had happened. A minute and a half had gone by and the scene was crowded by a dozen red jackets with reflective white crosses on their backs. About seven minutes later there was no trace that anything had ever happened. I had just witnessed a first response team take my dad down the mountain in a toboggan at the speed of a racer. I realized how if everything had not occurred the way it did I might not have my dad today. Ever since that moment I realized how much I want to help people in distress and possibly save lives. Now I find myself only a few months away from having a cross of my own on my

Human values play a vital role in our lives and some of the most important human values include our family, friends, and neighbors. While some of our values differ from the others, but for me, family value is the most important. I think family values is truly the greatest thing to have because it gives us meaning to live our life. I believe if we value our family, then can look after us, take care of us, and be there when needed. Furthermore, if we have people who care for us, believe in

When I was little, my grandma and I spent a lot of time together. My grandpa was always out and about, doing work all over the place because he owns a real estate appraisal type of business. So I wouldn 't really get to see him that often. My grandma would stay home a lot of the time because she had to watch me.

Both of my parents worked arduously to be where they are now. I always talk about the struggles my mom went through when she came to America at the age of eighteen, but I do not always acknowledge the struggles my dad goes through still to this day and I greatly admire him for all the hard work he does for my family and I. Like my mom, my dad immigrated from India, but after about a year my parents got married. Once my dad arrived, he had to get used to the new environment and people right away. He had no help from his parents because they were in India, so he only had my mom to lean on.

As the 99 Toyota Tacoma plays Hank William Jr’s “Family Tradition” while pulling the hill to a “family friends” house, I can’t help but wonder how things have gotten to this point. He is no friend of mine, in fact, I’ve never seen his face or spoke to him. Even though the two of us have never exchanged words I have a pure hatred for this man, he’s partially the reason my life isn’t the same, the reason my father isn’t himself. We pull into the house’s driveway as I’m ordered to “Sit in the truck.”. My father walks up the steps softly and quickly, does a sequence of knocks almost as if he’s sending a telegraph message through the door to let this “friend” know that he is there to start working. This man never comes to the door, but instead