Like Father Like Son By Cameron John Gautreau

Like Father Like Son Cameron John Gautreau, that’s my name. Some people say your name is who you are but I believe it’s the tip of the iceberg. A name is only an identification tag given to you because your mom thought it was cute when she heard it at a high school baseball game. What is it that defines who you are as an individual? I believe there are many things that made me the person I am today but it ultimately comes down to my family and most influentially my father. If you look at me now you wont see the foundation I was built on, as the years have gone by I have grown up and grown as my own individual from my parents. However when I was younger I was connected to their hips. For example, when my dad would have to work nights we …show more content…
Due to some last minutes heroics from my dad and me we were able to turn our day around and place third in our tournament so you could say that we were sitting pretty high up on our horse leaving the launch. After about thirty minutes of celebrating and reliving the moments that occurred earlier in the day I will never forget the words that came out of my dads mouth just moments later. My dad turned the music down, put a hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and said “I had another checkup done on my heart and it turns out they have to put another stint in. (a brief pause was given to let that thought settle in, followed by the words that to this day still bring me to tears) If anything happens to me in surgery I want you to make sure you set a good example for your brother because he looks up to you, and I want you to take care of your mom and sister as best as you can”. Being a seventeen-year-old young man I fought back the tears in front of my dad but inside I was crying like a newborn baby ready for his bottle. However there was no stopping all the memories from when I was younger, clinging to my dads legs begging and pleading for him not to go to work, or playing football with him in the yard and believing that by some amazing feat similar to Paul Bunyon, an undersized six-year-old boy could tackle his fully grown and in shape father at thirty six years of age. Being as young naïve as young boys are there was no better feeling than when you were able to tackle your old man to the ground, even if I didn’t know at the time that he was merely playing along to the fantasy I enjoyed to play through in my head. Being seventeen seemed like I had been on the earth for since the dark ages, but did that change ever so quickly when I heard those words roll of my dads tongue. I began to think I don’t know where I am going with