Dad story-While they were trying to stay warm with their janitor running their furnace. My dad had to save the power lines from freezing. No, one knew there was a storm that day on, November around the 15th, of 1996. He was trying to fix the power lines, rain was coming down and when it touches an object or living object it starts to freeze that object. It went on for around 6 hours or another hour.…
When I was a baby something very bad happened to me. It started a few weeks after my dad got home from the army in Iraq. From that day on my life has never been the same. This was so unexpected that it has changed my life for ever. Even today i think back to that day and wish that my life could have stayed the same.…
I took my daughter to say goodbye to her father, while his casket was at the capitol building. I walked from the cathedral to Arlington National Cemetery, against what the others wanted. I was hurt beyond belief and couldn’t even have a picture of his face for months. Paintings of him having been sent to me as a gift, my son saw them one night; he kissed the painting and said, “Good night daddy.” It was at that point when I realized the paintings needed to leave the next day.…
Growing up I’ve had a lot of memorable days. Some more important than others. The day I can honestly say was the most unforgettable, had to be when I became a father. I had my up's and down's when it came to parenting, but it all was worth it at the end of the day. I feel as if my kids changed my life for the better and I thank god for that.…
Picture life's ultimate teacher. A strong and compassionate man is what I envision. To me that man is my Grandpa. He taught me how to do every day tasks. He also taught me skills that might not seem necessary but, can come in handy if needed.…
As a child, my mother and father were both EMT's and firefighters. My dad was the chief of the fire department. As a child growing up around the medical field, I grew interest. I was always taken with on calls late at night or early mornings. So I found and grew a love for helping others.…
Waking up every morning wishing for a good morning kiss from my father just like the novelas on T.V was everything I always wanted. I was only six years old and had grown up not knowing who my father was. Unlike other kids at my school who always talked about their father playing with them, I was not able to talk about my dad. Celebrating birthdays and wishing my father was there to sing or even blow the candle with me was just a fantasy in my mind. I was young girl growing up a bit bitter because I thought life was not how a little girl would imagine.…
The smell in the air was sweet walking around I felt drowsy. I looked around me nothing was familiar, starang that I did not know where I was but yet I knew how to get home. The key glided into the doorknob, turning the key not knowing what was behind the door I turned the door handle and went to walk in. I heard yelling of kids running to me I couldn’t make out what they were saying. “Daddy”.…
Imagine knowing your mother for the first time at the age of 16 years. This is my story, by far the hardest to share. My mother left me for my father when I was quite young, in fact I don’t know her at all but I do know her name. It all happened back in Africa, I was born in Nigeria by unknown mother, I mean that I don’t know whom she’s.…
I remember panic after I took the pills. I remember calling the ambulance. I remember the looks from neighbors when firetrucks and police cars arrived. I remember my dad crying when he tried to climb in the ambulance with me. I remember my mother lying to my siblings about why I was going to the hospital.…
A decent father conveys affection to his kids. The father's affection proceeds from his youngster's introduction to the world until death. I can feel my dad's adoration up to this point. The affection isn't by doing so as to say I cherish you, however something to demonstrate adoration, and my dad is doing that. I recollected that my dad was conveying me on his back and playing with me in spite of the fact that he was drained.…
It is 4:00 am July 3, 2009 I groan as my mother’s tender voice calls out “Teneshi yene mar (Get up my honey)” struggling I open my eyes to the sunlight tapping against my window panes. My mother calls my name once more “Mar, Mar honey” I hear a jangling as she impatiently wrestles with the door knob. At last she forces her way in, balancing a pile of folded clothes in one hand, with a look of concern clouding her face “Why aren’t you ready yet?”…
Dad for a Hero Imagine you have a family member that is very sick. That makes you sad, right? Now imagine having a family member that is chronically ill. Now you’re probably upset.…
Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. My mom was a single-parent till she married my step-dad, Mark, when I was seven. Before she met Mark, I would always be watched by my grandparents after school while she worked. With all that time I spent with my grandparents, I grew extremely close to my papa, which is what I call my grandfather. It was him who taught me how to ride a bike, play chess, dribble a basketball, throw a football, and to play soccer.…
A father figure is a vital role in a child’s life. Some people are fortunate to have a positive role model in their lifetime. Father figures teach us about self-discipline, emotional needs, trustworthiness, independence, ethics, hard labor, etc. Unfortunately, not everyone has positive experiences with their fathers. Negative father figures display characteristics of hypocrisy, deceit, betrayal, and anger.…