Personal Narrative: My Father Who Shaped My Life

Joining the military was astonishing in very many aspects in my life and it truly molded me into who I am today. I will genuinely say that the most important people in my life are my mother and father. I am not a parent myself but I have had years to only imagine how tough parenting can be; especially when raising three stubborn boys. My mother and father are very open minded and kind hearted to everyone regardless of who they are. I will be honest here and say that I may not have been as grateful as I should have been when I was a younger kid, but that’s just life. When you are younger, everything is very simple and do not realize the little things in life. I had no other worries except for, “What’s for dinner?”. The military made me realize how much I appreciated and very much needed my loved ones. Travelling far away to Marine Corps Recruiting Depot, San Diego California and starting my very own journey was one of the toughest decisions at that time to make for myself.

Have you ever seen a car that you loved so much, and you just had to have it, and you could just die? Well calm down. This is the story of how i got my car.

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

Often, we forget the things that matter most. When I was young, I ignored all the things that truly created my happiness. Now, I am constantly drawn to my beginning, as it is where I begin to end.

The day I enlisted in the United States Army is the day my life changed and everything else around me, it is who I am today. Before then, I grew up in a family of five, four boys and one girl. Struggling day by day just to get around, my mother at that time was the only one working and my father was politician man and working for the Mayor his right hand man for about four years. Until the new election came and that’s when my father got released from his job. With my mother the only one working she had many mouths to feed, my dad would do the best he could every day. My dad was like a “jack of all trades” as people would say, he is a fisherman, carpenter, cook and other skills I didn’t know he possessed. My father even though he was not

The Birth of my first, Jayden, was pretty normal, and he was on time. I was in labor for

you lived a perfect live, worked hard througout school and been a faithful christian you whole life. you were respectful and grateful as a kid and never took anything for granted. you have worked your whole adult life on being the perfect father and dont think you could have done any better. you read the scripture every day and work extremely hard to provide for our family. you never yell or raise you voice and always keep your cool. you manage to bring scripture into punishing us. you struggled early on in your marraige just to put aside money to put us through college. i have done nothing to deserve it. you have been the perfect husband to mom. never fighting and always compromising to make her feel like she should feel. you are so

No one knows the story behind why my dad is such a horrible. You've only heard bits and parts of the story that are easy for me to explain. They don't make me tear up because I know that nothing is ever going to change. There're some parts in the story that make me frustrated and tear up and those are the parts that I hate to share. I just have to be strong enough and courageous enough to tell the parts that hurt the most. I share my feelings about my dad on this blog to vent and to show you that through difficult times you're not alone. Sometimes you feel like you're trapped in a dark hole and you can't get out. The truth is you can get out. Look for the light at the end of the dark hole. There is light somewhere you can't be stuck in the dark for the rest of

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.

My dad started working at the age of nine, and by the time he was sixteen he helped my grandmother with the bills. My dad had to grow up fast, and his ambition to come to America made it even faster. At the age of twenty-three, I came along and my dad was with my stepmom. My stepmom (or as I call her my mom), took me in as if I were her own and gave me unconditional love like any other mother would. Just like my dad, my mom started working at a young age. By the time she was fourteen my mom had two jobs and by the age of nineteen, she bought her first car. Growing up with ambitious parents like mine means having a lot of expectations, and being the oldest sibling put more weight of that plate of expectations.

The day I found out my step dad, Greg, had cancer is still etched into my memory. I was in the 7th grade at a basketball game. I was sitting on the bleachers, cheering loudly for our team when my mom came and sat down next to me. Her eyes were bright red and puffy. It was obvious she had been crying so I asked her what was wrong. I remember exactly what she told me, “I need to talk to you. It’s about Greg; He has cancer.” Short and simple, straight to the point. Who knew three little sentences could change your whole life? I definitely didn't.

"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.

Being a little girl all I ever really wanted was a father that is was there for me. Growing up I was one of those depressed girls who never got to experience the love of her father. Never got to feel the warmth of my father’s hug after a long day. Never experiencing the love and protection from him. Leaving me to question why he was my father for the rest of my life... This is my personal narrative and I will be telling you about the time my father stood me up.

As a kid I had always wished for you and mom to get a divorce. I had spent nights crying because of how much I would hear you and her fighting. Still to this day I question why mom stays with you, what you have done to deserve your amazing family even though it seems you often forget about us. I struggle day to day with you because you were always the one I went to when I was hurt, when I was sad, or when I just wanted to talk about something. I have always been a daddy's girl but that has hurt me even more. When we’re out doing stuff I forget about what you do, what happens at home. But after time a switch flips, I’m hit with reality and reminded of the truth, reminded of the issues you always seem to cause.

As a small child, I looked at the world with hope and excitement, little gleaming, baby blue eyes, staring in awe at everything that was new and interesting. Then my father died when I was five, that’s when those baby blue eyes lost their gleam and the world seems a little bit duller. Those baby blue eyes changed to ice grey and dark blue, and my outlooked changed as life events shaped who I am. My ex-best friend and I had a fight back in March of 2017, causing me pain and sadness. In March of 2017 that same day, things looked a little brighter, when my now boyfriend helped me through it. July of 2017, the world seemed brighter and through all of this my values were clear: growth, happiness, and love.