Polish Culture

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No one person can be completely defined by their culture. Culture can be defined as any beliefs, knowledge, and attitude shared by a group of people. Personally, I identify as Polish and English, but I celebrate the Polish culture more. There are more than just cultures to influence a person. Some of my personal influences are being diagnosed with Graves’ Disease, my father, and growing up in an “Army family.” The day I had been diagnosed with Graves’ Disease tends to not be a real good conversation starter. Going through elementary and middle school, I felt a bit strange when it came to energy levels, strength, and just relating to kids around me in general. My hair was thinning, my weight was suspiciously low, and my body was always trembling. …show more content…
My father is known to be a hardworking man with a quirky and dry sense of humor, which was indefinitely passed down to me. He has helped me overcome many obstacles for which I could not thank him enough for. There one particular moment when he completely changed my life. In my younger years, I had the preconceived notion that everything would be handed to me from my parents because that was their so called “job.” My father had tried to break my thought process, and he succeeded. In the eighth grade, which happens to be the prime year to give attitude to your parents, he threw me for a loop. I got home from school one day, and my room had been taken over, and only my bed was left in the center of the plain room. My dad then proceeded to inform me that I would not get any of my stuff back until I learned some basic life lessons because he was tired of my current routine. He believes to succeed in life, there has to be some lessons and respect learned. Some of the lessons included: changing a tire, doing my own laundry, and overall learning how to live in the real world. My dad said I never would have survived this far without this military boot camp run by him. I spent the next month learning how to do things that every teenager should know, which changed my whole perspective on life. Little by little, I earned back what I thought were my most prized …show more content…
I have grown up in a family that is invested in the armed forces, specifically the Army. The day I found out the cousin closest in age and personality was following in the footsteps of our other relatives and joining the Army, I was devastated. Obviously, I was beyond excited for him to accomplish what he has wanted to do for years, but I could not imagine the several years to come without him. He decided to join right out of high school, which was only this past year. He had been offered the opportunity to play division one lacrosse, but turned it down. I was a sophomore at the time, and the day he told me, I lost control of my emotions. I cried, I froze, I screamed, but I was overjoyed for him at the same time. Hearing that he was leaving in less than six months brought me back to the moments when all my other relatives left to join the Army. The night he told me, he made a promise that is still kept to this day. He writes me a letter every week, that I always look forward to receiving. Being in an Army family has taught me a lot about patience, but has also shaped the way that I deal with absent family members. My cousin was and will always be my best friend, but his absence has taught me how to become an individual, and has given me undeniable respect for anyone going through any situation that is remotely the same. It gives me a

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