Why I Learned Nothing From The Man I Once Considered Dad

The book Tortured for Christ, by Richard Wurmbrand, details the horrific acts of violence and torture that he and his fellow Romanian Christians endured under the communist regime in their country. After these experiences, Wurmbrand founded the Voice of the Martyrs, which is an organization dedicated to telling the story of persecuted Christians all over the world. This book was written over the course of three days after Wurmbrand was released by the Communists. The book is seven chapters long, and each chapter details the different parts of his life while under the communist rule and his experiences in the West.

The one-child policy was a supposed plan to solve a population issue. Originally, Mao encouraged families to have as many children as possible. As a result of this, China’s population increased. After Mao’s death, the Communist Party implemented the one-child policy. Its goal was to reduce the population of China.

My parents had packed everything. EVERYTHING. There was bareness on the walls and there was around us except piles and piles of boxes. I looked around the house one last time as cold salty tears streaked down my face. I was covered in tears from the waist up. The feeling of leaving everyone made me empty inside. I felt hollow. Finally my dad said, “Let’s go!” I pleaded with him to let us stay, but I got the same usual answer, “You’ll be fine.” I wasn’t.

Losing grandma was and up until now the worst feeling I’ve ever felt…On this date, August 18, 2007 at 8:00 pm I received a telephone call. The phone call that I had received was obviously not a good one. That person who’s my grandfather told me, “Grandma’s dead.” I then replied to him and told him “no, this can’t be true.” After that his voice started fading Losing grandma was and up as he then started to cry over the phone and said, “at this point I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.” I began shedding tears because who knew that this day would’ve ever come. Although she’s gone, she’ll never be forgotten.

“Dwight, Grandpa has passed away,” those words would haunt me for the rest of my life but those few words would change my life forever. I couldn’t believe those few words that I was hearing from my mother. My denial was just too great especially my grandfather was the one who dropped me off early that day and he looked as healthy as ever. I couldn’t think straight after I got off the phone except of the idea that I wanted to lock myself out from the rest of the world and breakdown in my own world. Eventually it was like I slap back to reality when my mind came across these two questions, “who’s gonna be the man of the house and who’s gonna help my family get through this difficult time?”

Since then, my relationship with my father has improved and his presence in my life brought about positive changes. Looking back now, I can see what aspects of my life has improved since then. When I entered high school, I began taking psychology courses where I learned about the psychology of topics like love, relationships, birth order, etc. One of the things I

My mother didn’t want me to go anywhere; she wanted me to be safe at home with her. We’d lived through the months of anticipation and planning together, and she’d shared my anguish at the end. I’d watched dry eyed as she folded small garments in tissue paper to take to the charity shop, her hands shaking, and listened to her weeping in the kitchen when she thought I wouldn’t

I feel like my parents have made many mistakes in my early childhood years and those are things that have shaped not only them, but also me. Those critical times were my learning experiences of what was a positive or negative action from just being the observer. I sometimes have a tough time loving them for those actions,

When my mother walked away from me for the last time, I could feel the disappointment in every step, right up until she turned the corner and disappeared from my sight. And I just stood there, watching her go, thinking about what she had told me: “I don’t know how you’re going to live your life alone, Charlotte.”

I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.

A few hours later though when my parents did finally emerged from their bedroom they gingerly sat me down at the kitchen table informing me that they would be “taking a break” for a while as my mama had put it. But, all I knew was that, after that, my Step Daddy Cade had left home and he didn’t return for four months. At the time I had honestly thought he was never going to come home again. That’s how things usually worked out around here in

All the events that happened in my life taught me a lot of lessons. Although my father's absence in my life affected me a lot, it helped me in the long run. I saw how hard my father was working for me, my education, and for my future. I know that this whole process was hard for him too. This is why I want to go to college, to show my dad that everything he is working for is getting put to

This experience did not only bring me closer to my dad, but also taught me not to be selfish. And, instead attempting to escape the bitter reality, I learned to focus my energy on how I can make the situation better. Because I believe life will always provide obstacles that need to be overcome. It is up to us and our attitude towards the situations which will make us stronger and wiser. Furthermore, I learned to look at the positive side in situations because it is in our attitude that determines how we react to certain situations and problems in life. This virtue I can apply to my dreams and aspirations in being an engineer, to look at the positive things when it comes to creating solutions a

I opened the brown, dull door and found a giant smile, stretched ear to ear with my grandma’s face sitting behind it. My grandparents rushed into our house and my grandpa gave me a hug so tight that I could barely breathe. After they got settled in, my parents tragically walked out the door with their tightly-packed suitcases. My brother and I gave them each a huge hug before they speeded away for a serene vacation. My grandparents sat on the old grey sofa and bombarded my brother and I with questions about our current life. It was time for dinner and instead of the gourmet meals my parents usually prepare, Evan and I gorged on toaster-oven chicken fingers and microwave mac-and-cheese, the only meal my grandmother could perfect. I got ready to go to sleep and sat on my bed, deep in thought. I pondered on what my parents were doing, what they were eating for dinner, and what fancy hotel they would be staying at. I was happy that they finally caught a break from their stressful lives, but I also could not wait for them to return. Days passed by, and each day followed the same routine; Evan and I went to school, came home, did homework, ate dinner, and went to bed. On Wednesday afternoon, I came home and my brother was watching a basketball game, clenching the remote in his left hand. I complained that he was watching too much television and he fought back with explaining that he was older and had

Through out my life I have been taught lessons, something learned through experience, by my parents and just living (Merriam-Webster). My parents teach me lessons from their past experiences, their mistakes they do not want me to go through. My dad teaches me lessons in how to respect people. He teaches me how to treat people, and if you treat people respect then you get what you give. My dad has always treated people the way he wants to be treated. For example, he always greats people with a warm, welcoming smile, and a firm handshake. Even if he does not recognize someone that stops to talk to him, he still smiles and acts as if he has known them their whole life. This teaches me that respect is the most important thing to give to people. My mom does the same but she more teaches me, no matter what happens to always love your kids unconditionally. This prepares me for the future, for when I have graduated college and have a career and married. My mom has been through a lot with my sister and me since the divorce. She tells me how she fought for custody of me and my sister. The odds were not in her favor. Also, how she wishes she was more apart of our childhood. Divorces separates families, and more than likely one parent will lose precious time with their children. I know I wish my