Essay on My Pitiful Father

Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

         When my mom ran to my dad and pulled on his arm to get him away from Gavin, he pushed her against the wall and screamed what sounded to me like bad words. When I ran between them saying, "Mommy, daddy, don 't fight," dad picked me up and threw me onto Gavin, who 'd just gotten off the ground from his first strike. Dad kept yelling at us. I didn 't know why, and it scared all of us.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

The first time I heard my dad say something bad to my brother was after our very first physical fight. My older brother Kenny and I used to always fight over everything most times those fights would end with one of us crying. I pulled his hair and he started crying and I started crying so I wouldn’t get in trouble. My dad was trying to calm us down, but I noticed the difference in the way he did it. He would be gentle when he

At the tender age of eleven, I was snatched from my home. I didn't know why, all I knew was that my mother had done something bad and that my siblings and I had to be

Like many little girls, I grew up worshiping my dad. A small shy girl, hiding behind him, using him as my protection from the world, by his side every possible chance. I wanted to be whoever he wanted to be, wanted to do everything he wanted me to do. I did everything to make my dad proud of me, for years, trying to do my best in everything…all for him, yet somehow, it was never enough. The summer going into my sophomore year, when my dad was, as he usually was, drunk, told me that he was ashamed to have me as a daughter. This was the ultimate turning point that marked my transition from childhood into adulthood.

During my younger times, Dad would always find something for me to do when I was bored. My father was good at finding something. A worse experience was when are neighbor’s dog ran up and started to bite my ankles! Because he works for the Sioux City Health Department, my dad helped me get through the pain. It may have hurt a little, but what he did worked. A better time was when I was trying to get over a pets death, he took me all around town to make me feel better, even though I loved her. Later on, as I got older, he started to teach me not to be a “smart alec.” If my Dad was mad, you could

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.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

At the age of four, I was living with my mother while she was a single parent. Back then, I was very cautious and an introverted child. I was afraid of many unknown things and I would never open myself up to anything new. This all changed once I met my stepfather, he showed me a new and more outgoing way to approach life.

I had to choose weather to live with my mom or dad. I chose to live with dad because that’s where I grew up and I trusted my dad. Everything changed when he took me out of school. I was the only person that lived with him. He got realy sad when my mom divorced him and he would take all his anger out on

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

Over time, there have been several people who have influenced various aspects of my life, based on their personal characteristics, accomplishments, and values. I have been privileged to have had numerous teachers and professors who I respect for their patience and intelligence. There are artists that have inspired me by their natural talents and original creativity. I value many political leaders, who have inspired me by their contributions to society, and their ability to change our futures. Of all the people I have encountered in my life, the person I admire most is my father.