In order for me to identify my family values I had to interview three of my family members as well as to utilize my experience in life. My family is a and African American family and as far as anyone in my family can remember we have always been in America. However I do not believe that is true, after doing several days of probing I wasn’t able to discredit that statement. We are a Christian base family and we try really hard to live by the rules in the bible. Just like the other millions of Christian families we often backslide on our religion and start to live the way that we do. Sooner or later we always come back to our Christian base and repent and try it all over again. It seems like a never-ending cycle, but that’s on of the greatest
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When I was eight years old in the year of 2000 our past bishop Robert Evans passed away. It was really heart breaking, when my dad heard the news I was standing in the threshold of my room door at 142 W Hamburg st in Baltimore, Maryland. I watch my 6 foot 240 lb. father dropped to the ground like a baby who needs their mother. He wept for weeks, until he coped with it by understanding that he moved on to what we all looked forward to heaven. My mom didn’t have any reaction a all from my point of view and I was devastated because I never say my dad cry an because our pastor died. I coped with it by speaking to my dad and receiving a lecture from him about how what bishop Robert Evans went through was just a part of life. That was when I realized how serious death was. In my family our actions were similar for crisis situation. We relied on our creator to help us out. We could all rely on each other, I knew my dad would figure something out, my mom would always take care of me and I would always get good grades regardless of the situation that we was in. Everyone was predictable even in a crisis situation. One reason for that was because of our religion and we knew we were a family. No one would really fall apart, but if we did one of us would assist the person until they has a better social
When I was eight years old in the year of 2000 our past bishop Robert Evans passed away. It was really heart breaking, when my dad heard the news I was standing in the threshold of my room door at 142 W Hamburg st in Baltimore, Maryland. I watch my 6 foot 240 lb. father dropped to the ground like a baby who needs their mother. He wept for weeks, until he coped with it by understanding that he moved on to what we all looked forward to heaven. My mom didn’t have any reaction a all from my point of view and I was devastated because I never say my dad cry an because our pastor died. I coped with it by speaking to my dad and receiving a lecture from him about how what bishop Robert Evans went through was just a part of life. That was when I realized how serious death was. In my family our actions were similar for crisis situation. We relied on our creator to help us out. We could all rely on each other, I knew my dad would figure something out, my mom would always take care of me and I would always get good grades regardless of the situation that we was in. Everyone was predictable even in a crisis situation. One reason for that was because of our religion and we knew we were a family. No one would really fall apart, but if we did one of us would assist the person until they has a better social