When I was younger, I was always told by my parents to never fight, whether it be verbally or physical. For the most part, I always followed those understandable rules, but that does not mean I was never tempted. When I was in the seventh grade, I had a girl approach me in front of our entire class, and tell me she wanted to fight. To this day, I do not remember what I did to make her want to cause me physical harm, but I know I was not ready for the class to think I was a “punk”. However I could not fight her, because I was going to get in trouble with my parents, and although I was extremely mad at the girl, I will take walking away from her than disobeying my parents any day.
As the day went on, I was leaving the school building, ready …show more content…
I can not remember every life lesson my father ever taught me, but I made sure even at his funeral I had my head held up high. It felt like a ton of bricks landed on my shoulders but I was determined to be strong for my family, and to make my father proud. It was hard but I believe the ability to keep my head up kept me from falling apart. For the last three years of my father’s life, he suffered from congestive heart failure disease. After his death, I could not decipher my emotions, I did not know if I was angry or sad. Angry because in some strange way I felt my father put his head down, and he disregarded his own life philosophy. However, I quickly remembered the nights when he ached in pain, but always said “do not worry, I’ll be okay”. That is the true definition of keeping your head up even when your entire body is yearning for you to just drop it. Ultimately, that reminded me that no matter the battle I face in life, I will be able to overcome it only if I face it head on and with my head held high. Even though I get afraid sometimes, I remember my father banging on a gate in front of an entire school body despite how embarrassing that was for him, just to tell his little girl to hold her head up. And that is a lesson I will never
As the day went on, I was leaving the school building, ready …show more content…
I can not remember every life lesson my father ever taught me, but I made sure even at his funeral I had my head held up high. It felt like a ton of bricks landed on my shoulders but I was determined to be strong for my family, and to make my father proud. It was hard but I believe the ability to keep my head up kept me from falling apart. For the last three years of my father’s life, he suffered from congestive heart failure disease. After his death, I could not decipher my emotions, I did not know if I was angry or sad. Angry because in some strange way I felt my father put his head down, and he disregarded his own life philosophy. However, I quickly remembered the nights when he ached in pain, but always said “do not worry, I’ll be okay”. That is the true definition of keeping your head up even when your entire body is yearning for you to just drop it. Ultimately, that reminded me that no matter the battle I face in life, I will be able to overcome it only if I face it head on and with my head held high. Even though I get afraid sometimes, I remember my father banging on a gate in front of an entire school body despite how embarrassing that was for him, just to tell his little girl to hold her head up. And that is a lesson I will never