The Influence Of My Life

Much like every kid, I grew up learning how to count to ten, tie my shoes, and ride a bicycle. Little did I know that the patience and persistence it took to accomplish these things would help me do so many things in life when I got older. I learned at a very young age that things happen that make no sense at times and some still seem unclear. A few events in my life have made me who I am and shaped my identity into what it is. It was a normal day in fourth grade that quickly turned into a nightmare. I had gotten off the bus, ran into the house, as I usually did. However, this time when I searched for my mother’s happy face, I only came to find a face of worry and fright. She told me she would be going to Winston-Salem. My dad was hurt and she did not know if he …show more content…
I was shaking, and crying. I barely opened the truck door in time to see what I had eaten for lunch hit the pavement below me. Little did I know my life was about to change greatly. After two months in the hospital my dad finally came back home. My dad is a miracle. He was in intensive care for a week. I still remember running out of the room whenever my dad’s brother and another person would grab the top and bottom of the blanket he lay on, to move him. Seeing the strongest person I knew screaming in pain was something that frightened me very much. He was told he would never walk again. Watching my dad’s determination to take those steps showed me to never stop trying. He was in a wheelchair; I could tell at my young age that my dad was somewhat embarrassed to be looked at as someone who was incapable of doing everyday tasks. Helping him with whatever it was he needed taught me responsibility and I felt a sense of purpose, knowing my dad was depending on me to help him. Then he eventually started to use crutches and now he walks normally. Remembering his strength and will to fight helps me every day. This experience is a part of my life that has made me who I