We saved a child from a life of hardship. Now he calls me “DAD”. This all started when I stood in line at a Wendy's, ordering my spicy chicken sandwich with a chili, and a Diet Coke. We both happened to notice the Dave Thomas poster promoting foster care. I looked at my spouse and commented, “What exactly is foster care?”.
My parents had let him into the house and he started jumping on top of me. I would have been fine with it if it was my other dog Buddy, who weighs only ten pounds. Shadow, on the other hand, weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. It turned out that it was a good thing that he woke me up because a minute after I had gotten ready some of my family members started showing up. When everyone got there, we sat down at the table and had pizza.
“Good morning Ponyboy,” Sodapop said in a upbeat voice. “Good morning Ponyboy, did you finish your essay?,” Darry said nonchalantly. “Sure did Darry,” I said, as I ate my breakfast. After I stuffed my belly, I headed to school. On my way out I saw that Steve was crashed on the couch, his old man had probably went off on him the night before.
Thankfully, she recovered swiftly. We were able to finally go home and start our new life together. Bringing this little girl into my life changed me for the better. It was as though life didn’t exist before she was born. Although things didn’t go smoothly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
The theme of the story is the family trouble at Thanksgiving. It is told by the family's daughter called “Melli” and starts at their home at Thanksgiving. Her mother, a very engaged businesswoman running her own store, tries to cook a Thanksgiving turkey like every year.Meanwhile are the other family members whether in her way or passive. After some store emergencies she leaves so that the father has to try out himself as a cook. The reason is the worst Thanksgiving meal ever, so that they bury it in the garden and order pizza.
She instilled in me that education is the gateway to a better life. School and education have always been important to me, as has being my own person. Leading, and not expecting things to fall into place, but working for them, that is how success is achieved. Among the other lessons my mother has taught me, without even meaning to was her form of charity and citizenship. When I was young, if she saw litter she would always pick it up, stating “If we don’t pick it up who will?” Her rectitude taught me to take the initiative in my education and in my community.
I attended the district competition every year and always moved forward into states, however, I never applied myself. I was an average kid who chose not to study or act like I cared because of what other people think. I pretended not to care when my name was never called for an
One day, my life began to mimic a hamster on a wheel running nowhere quick, the longer I would run, the further I would become from myself, and yet, I kept running. In other words, my life had become more about pleasing others rather than serving the greatness that came from within, my higher-self. Rather than moving according to self, I chose to adapt to others, although it meant ignoring my commitment to my higher-self. Consequently, the more I ran from my feelings the further disconnected I became from myself. This journey we call life was swallowing me up just as a whale does his food at feeding time.
They were my first educators in life so obvious my identity is based off theirs with some exceptions. Without the support of my immediate family, I would not be who I am today. As I have grown, I believe my cultural identity has changed in ways though. I have my own opinions now and know more about how I want my life to go. My family members always support my decisions and listen to what I have to say.