Personal Narrative-Profiling Father

The smell of gas was like the tingaling taste of chocolate on my tongue. The wind against my face was like the water in a lake. Smooth, and always rippling. The feeling of my step-dad´s love, spreading right through the air with the motorcycle zooming right through it. Feeling so nice, and comforting against my skin.

With my older sisters away at college, the responsibility of caring for my ailing mother, suddenly fell to me, and my once picturesque childhood was at an end. I spent the early part of my adolescence learning how to run a household and play nurse to my mother. In addition to school and keeping the house in order, I administered her medications, gave injections, learned to catheterize her, helped her bath and use the restroom, and did all of the physician prescribed exercises to help with her leg cramps and numbness. When I had time I studied her disease, determined to find anything that might help alleviate her symptoms and bring the mom I remembered and craved back to me. And though she was often too far gone within her own mind to realize what was going on around her, when she was fully lucid she would smile softly and tell me what a wonderful nurse I would be when I grew up, just like she had been before the disease struck her. Looking back, I wish I could say that I preformed my duties with a smile on my face, but unfortunately that’s simply not

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

When doctors’ appointments arrived I went with her during the dire school hours. I had it set it stone that I would be there every step of the way. Eventually the visits started getting shorter because the lovely nurses would sit down and chat with me a bit. Lying in that blue beds with a light blue rob on was my mother getting pricked with sliver needles. She looked like a star in the rough. A smile was always on her face.

Initially, Carlos (aka Charlie) was court ordered for treatment to explore his issues with substance abuse, when he was arrested for driving while intoxicated. During subsequent sessions, Charlie spoke of his early childhood struggles with being accepted by his family and his rebellious behaviors. Currently, Charlie still explores his issues with his self-esteem while he blames others for the way he feels about himself. However, Charlie had expressed feelings of anger towards those around him including his girlfriends, ex-wives, manager, directors, and co-workers proclaiming them all as losers and himself as a “Winner!” He has commented to reporters that he has no anger issues and it is everyone else’s problem with the way he acts not his,

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in a park, bright and sunny out , I was feeling every kind of emotion there was to feel. I didn’t know what to expect or how I was going to react. My mom was right next to me looking calm as ever. How did she do it? Suddenly, I see a car pull up and a taller, muscular man steps out. That’s the very first time I met my biological dad.

I helped her with simple things like pushing the IV pole when she had to walk to the restroom, or pushing the call light for her when she needed the nurse to bring her more pain medicine. The nurses taught me how to care for my mom’s surgical drains so that I could help her when she was discharged home. I was very nervous taking on such a big responsibility; however, I amazed myself with how quickly I learned the procedure. I was so happy that I was able to do something to support my mom instead of feeling so helpless. Being able to take on such an important task and knowing how much my mom appreciated me helping her, made me realize how essential it is to help others. I found that the days I spent helping my mom were some of the most rewarding days of my

“Now wait, we are only asking the necessary questions, and want answers. Did your daughter have a good relationship with her grandmother?” He was so adamant that she sat back down and waited until he continued. He waited for her response.

One day she became violently ill. She wouldn’t eat nor drink anything, and she could not keep ice down. This had happened a couple times before, so my father drove us to the hospital. As we arrived patients filled the room, some slumped over in aching pain, others face down in a bucket, as we walked into the emergency room. My mother was able to go in right away because her friend from work was waiting for her, as he was a head

At the young age of six, I found myself caring for my mother in a faded pink garage, we called our home. My thirty-year-old mother laid on the floor groaning in pain unable

Remembering seeing his dad for the last time, Jason flashed back to when he saw his dad's plane take off for Africa. Later that day Jason was watching the news with his mom when he saw that a plane had crashed just off the coast of Africa. Terrified Jason's mom called the airline company to see if that was the flight her husband and Jason's dad was on. With a mournful look on Jason's mom's face she told Jason the horrific news.

Even today, I feel the need to thank my mother; and to tell her that she's the most influential woman in my life. She's put up with more than I can imagine, to have such a troubling child and to still be sane and functional

At the age of fifteen, I knew I wanted to walk my own path. I was very close to my grandparents when I was younger and we did everything together. On December 11, 2008 my grandmother was coming to the end of a long hard fight with ovarian cancer. A hospice, Julie, was always in the house checking my grandmother’s conditions as she was in a coma. On this particular night I remember Julie taking my grandpa into the kitchen and him running up the stairs after she came out. I knew that this represented bad news for our family. Julie sat at my grandmother’s bed side with me through the night. She comforted me as I was mourning the passing of my grandmother. How Julie was able to balance her care for me and my grandmother that night was amazing. Julie gave me hope and reminded me that I would always have my grandmother in my heart.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green