I was once told that “as your beliefs about limits change, the limits themselves are pushed back”. I put confidence in the idea that we learn the most about ourselves when we are pushed to our limits. That we learn how far we can really go and how much we can truly endure. I was just fifteen, sitting in my ninth period art class when the desultory phone call came, that awful phone call that compelled me to drop everything and fly to Puerto Rico and rush to the hospital. By the time I got there it was too late. There were no final goodbyes, no “I love you dads”, just the beeping sound coming from his machine. The happy girl who walked into the hospital early that morning was not the same girl who walked out later that afternoon.
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But it was not for me that I decided to pick myself up and continue on with my life; it was for my family, for my mother, for my brother. When my dad died, I had to step up and hold my family together while my mother curled up into a ball and my brother simply disappeared. Although my world had stopped, the rest of the world had not. Someone still had to cook dinner, do the laundry, walk the dog, and clean the house. I know now that it is not what a person is faced with that shows their strength, but it is how they choose to deal with it. When I was put to the test, I did not succumb, I pulled strength from places within me I did not know existed. When you’re at your lowest it is how you rise from that, that shows you the kind of person you are; character is born from experience. I have been told that God does not give us anything we can not handle, and although it seemed impossible to move on without the man I looked up to, I knew I could. I chose to be tenacious because I knew that is what my father would have wanted. He did not raise me to be a quitter; he taught me to be strong and take everything in stride. He taught me that there is always a reason to carry on, to strive, and to prosper. He taught me fortitude, resilience, and that I should live every day like it was my last. Through these lessons I found myself to have a new backbone. I did not pick myself to be average, I want to make him proud, I want to make myself proud. I know that Fordham University is the place that will challenge me to be that person I endeavor to be. I know that handling what seemed impossible at the time has prepared me to handle anything. I want to succeed and I know I will. On that fateful day, I lost my father, not my hope, nor my courage. I was no longer daddy’s little girl; I grew to be my own girl, my own person. I learned to wake up in the morning with a positive attitude because I want to be able to look myself in the
It is crazy …show more content…
But it was not for me that I decided to pick myself up and continue on with my life; it was for my family, for my mother, for my brother. When my dad died, I had to step up and hold my family together while my mother curled up into a ball and my brother simply disappeared. Although my world had stopped, the rest of the world had not. Someone still had to cook dinner, do the laundry, walk the dog, and clean the house. I know now that it is not what a person is faced with that shows their strength, but it is how they choose to deal with it. When I was put to the test, I did not succumb, I pulled strength from places within me I did not know existed. When you’re at your lowest it is how you rise from that, that shows you the kind of person you are; character is born from experience. I have been told that God does not give us anything we can not handle, and although it seemed impossible to move on without the man I looked up to, I knew I could. I chose to be tenacious because I knew that is what my father would have wanted. He did not raise me to be a quitter; he taught me to be strong and take everything in stride. He taught me that there is always a reason to carry on, to strive, and to prosper. He taught me fortitude, resilience, and that I should live every day like it was my last. Through these lessons I found myself to have a new backbone. I did not pick myself to be average, I want to make him proud, I want to make myself proud. I know that Fordham University is the place that will challenge me to be that person I endeavor to be. I know that handling what seemed impossible at the time has prepared me to handle anything. I want to succeed and I know I will. On that fateful day, I lost my father, not my hope, nor my courage. I was no longer daddy’s little girl; I grew to be my own girl, my own person. I learned to wake up in the morning with a positive attitude because I want to be able to look myself in the