Personal Note On My Family

As a child and most of my adolescent years, both of my parents were my primary care takers. My mother worked in an industrial society where the labor union was present, making air craft engines for Rolls Royce. My father has always drove some kind of truck, whether it be a semi or a dump truck. My mom usually worked long hours and most of the time seven days a week so my dad was home with us from the time we got out of school until bed time.

Growing up I came from a family of two sisters and a brother. My parents worked hard to be sure that there was always a roof over our head, food on the table, and clothes on our back. My worked for various companies until he was able to obtain his degree as an electrical technician. Today he maintains his own business known as McGhee Electric. My mother also took on various jobs to make ends meet. She began work as a cosmetologist and

My parents have worked from sunrise to sunset for 22 years now. I have been throught most of it with them. I am aware that I am, where I am because of my parents hard work and dedication to make their dream a reality for my siblings and I to receve a higher eductaion. My parents have tought me very well that

My dad works in maintenance in a textile factory while my Mother work in a Restaurant to support our family. Blessed by my parent unwavering support, it would have been more difficult to get as far in school as I have, their hard work inspires me to becoming a

When I first moved to New York as a newly-arrived immigrant nine years ago, I was amazed, among other things, at the diversity and opportunities that I observed around me. It was equally shocking, as I underwent the process of becoming a New Yorker, to see the uneven geographical spread of these great opportunities throughout the city. Specifically, I am speaking of the disadvantages of children in low income neighborhoods with higher crime rates than surrounding areas.

My mother was a schoolteacher and my father worked long hours running his own businesses. I

My father found himself out of a job and accepted a new position requiring him to live out of state. My older brothers were off to college, and my mother went to work to help support our family. The job she took involved odd hours, including late nights, early mornings and some overnight shifts. Of course now I realize how lucky we all were that my parents found good jobs, even if there were some complications involved. At the time, the child that I was could only wonder “what about me?”

My father is a maintenance man at Emess Management, where he works to maintain an apartment complex and get apartments ready for people to live in. My mother works as a night nurse at Jeanes Hospital, where she cares for the ill or prepares people for medical procedures. Oddly enough, most people on both my mother and father’s sides of the family have jobs that are either the same or similar to my parents.

My parents have instilled a hard working ethic in me. My mom has become one of my largest role models due to the simple fact of motivation and determination to provide for myself and my siblings. As a triplet, my parents 40 hour weeks turned into 168 hours. Managing full-time jobs and 3 kids was extremely difficult. If I audit who I am today, it is a direct reflection of my two parents and their work habits. My mom is a preschool teacher and has always preached “working together is the best way to accomplish anything.” This results in my love for team sports and spending time with people. My dad would come home from his mechanical job and work on anything around the house in addition to dinner. “As long as the sun is in the sky, there are things

As I found relevant help for homework, fixed computer problems, and figured out ways to get a ride to school functions, I grew into my own independence and resourcefulness while discovering the balance between relying on myself and asking others for help. The attitude towards my parent’s absence at school events changed from resentful to accepting and appreciative. My tone when told my friends and teachers whenever they asked if my parents were coming to a band concert or turned from an eye-rolling, angry “They’re working” to a simple “They’re working.” This shift of the meaning “working” happened when I started helping out at our distant family’s restaurant at age 15. Seeing first hand my mom’s happy smile despite demanding customers and my dad’s hard work regardless of his neck and back pains have shown me the effort and sweat it takes to earn one dollar. My gratitude for my parents continues to soar as I see the sacrifices they make for me and my siblings to have a good education in order to have a path that is different than theirs. However, the experience of working alongside my parents has also shown me that making money for a living is important, but family time is still

I have been feeling a combination of emotions after hearing some very interesting news from my family. I feel is confusion of being shocked, upset and excitement which I share with my siblings or my wife. I wonder, is this true? How could it be? We were one big happy family, but now I don’t understand. My siblings and my wife all have provided me comfort, which has been very helpful. I was the youngest of seven; with five sisters and one brother. Now, I find out I have two brothers. I grew up being bullied, pushed around and always getting the hand-me-downs of everything in his family. Growing up, I always felt like I lived a normal life, with great parents, a roof over my head, attended a Catholic School and even had the opportunity to

To understand who I am, I have to start from my roots, which is my family. They have shaped me in more ways than one, from making me a strong person by constantly testing my sensitive points, to helping me pave a better path in life by teaching me not to make the same mistakes they did. They have impacted my life, not only mentally, but physically as well. They gave me help I needed, even when it was unwanted, and without that I wouldn’t be the southern, social, and sweet Sarah I am today. Just as my family has shaped my life socially, they have passed down traits down genetically. These health issues include having bad joints, potential diabetes, and obsessive compulsive disorder. I now see and understand that without being

My parents’ occupations affect my home life. When I was younger my mother worked, as a nurse, three twelve hour days a week. During this time my father, who was a general manager at Chili’s, worked everyday. He would go on long business trips and often I would not see him for weeks at a time. When he was home, he would be working in his office. Then, two years ago, he got fired. The company wanted

This is Margaret your daughter. I miss you so much. We have had to move due to the war. Mama and I live in Washington County right now and we want to know how you are. I know that you are serving for our country, but there are some things that I need to inform you about.

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another