My Life After My Father

When I was younger, I was always interested in sports. I was usually at the top of my class in sports. I always dreamed that I would be the best at what I do. Even though things seemed hard, I would try my hardest even if things looked bleak. Football was my game and I played to the best of my ability.

Sports have been a huge part of my life ever since I was about five years old. It has impacted my life so much. The biggest challenge that I faced was with my injuries during basketball and soccer season. I recently had to quit soccer and basketball, which was difficult for me.

I found my love for athletic activity at a young age. When I was 7 years old, I was enrolled in a YMCA summer program in Michigan. That is where it all started. My summer days were filled with various sport activities. Unfortunately, when I moved to California at the age of 10, I stopped playing sports for at least a year. However, during the rest of elementary school, throughout middle school, and in high school, I played different sports to figure out which one I liked best, which is now, Track & Field.

It began with a small town and a small house. Until about 12 years of age I lived an average kids childhood in Alfred, Maine. Everyone was kind, I had birthday parties, friends were always over, I loved sports, especially basketball. Most of all, I was comfortable. At the time, I never realized what, or how lucky I was.

Growing up in Louisiana I was surrounded by all kinds of different physical activities. All of my siblings were involved in sports and it was only natural that I developed a love for them too. As a child I remember going to the park to play basketball with my cousins or just playing football with everybody from the neighborhood. Sports became a huge part of my life, and I surrounded myself with people who loved them just as much as me. Things began to change when my family and I moved to Georgia. I noticed that I wasn’t playing football in the neighborhood anymore. The kids were different they would rather sit in the house and play video games instead of being outside. My love for sports was always there I just needed a spark to bring my passion back to life.

I have always loved sports ever since I was a little kid. Some of my earliest memories are of playing soccer with my friends on a wet, cold spring day or hitting a ball off of a tee and feeling like it went a mile, when in reality it only went about fifty feet. Even to this day I still can never get enough of sports. I get about four weeks off out of the entire year where I’m not technically in a sport, but I’m still always practicing and trying to get better because that’s the only way I know. I love everything about sports: the friendships, the competition, the passion, the atmosphere, the unity. Sports are one of my true loves and they consume my life. It is this strong desire that I have for sports that has driven me to want to pursue a

I am so grateful to be able to share much of all this with my family. I would not have been able to do anything unless my parents were there and my brother as well. Of course, the same goes for the future. Life in the United States was a chance to be better appreciated and united among our families. I could spend more time with my family than ever

My passion for sports began at an early age. I began to play basketball at the age of five and have been

I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.

Sports have always been a necessary component in my life due to all the lessons they have taught me over the

When I was born my mother was 16 and my father was 17 my father had just joined the military and was getting ready to be deployed to Iraq for three years. He left when my mom was eight months pregnant with me. She was alone when she gave birth and she little to no support from the people around her. But she never let that faze her. She continued high school while working and still making time to raise

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

When I was 11, my family didn't really have a lot of money, so my father decides to go to New Mexico to provide for us. It was hard at first because that time was when I really needed and wanted my father at home; it was also hard for our family. The first couple of days I would think he was going on a vacation but realizes that he was coming back at night, I would cry. It was even harder when he would call and ask to talk to all of us. Just to hear that he missed us, ripped my heart into shreds. He would say that he would try to work hard to get a lot of money to come back faster. I just imagined him working so hard being tired and sleepy but still wants to give everything he has to come home and provide for our family.

I was born May 17, 1996 in Houston Texas. I am the only child of my mother but I am the second youngest of 6 to my father. I have 4 sisters and 1 brother whom we all share a dad and a step brother from my stepfather, whom my mother married when I was young, but later passed away of kidney failures. He was the dad I grew up with and never knew as a stepfather. Losing him was just as hard as it would’ve been if he was my biological father. Throughout elementary I changed to three different schools, the first being down the street from my home, the second being a few blocks to be known as a better education system and the third to be in Crosby TX, where I moved with my grandmother, 2 uncles and aunt in the 3rd grade-5th grade.

The hardest time in a person's life is often following the death of a close family member. Death is hard, losing someone you love and see on a daily basis causes great grief and sorrow. For me that special person I lost was my Dad. My father died when I was twelve and it was no doubt the hardest time of my life. Our relationship was indescribable I was his little buddy and we went absolutely everywhere together, and when he died it was like he just disappeared from my life forever. As a young boy you really do not know how to react to such a terrible situation. Neil Ibrahim a father of four dies young and it's just you and your brother left to carry the family name. Throughout the grieving process one learns who really cares about his or hers well being and the upbringing of their children without a father, losing your father makes you more responsible and a more humble person because you are all they left behind.