My Father: the Person I Admire Most Essays

What I learned and understood about my father through conversations with my older siblings was about the impact of the loss of my grandfather (my father’s father) at an early age, heavy responsibilities taken on at an early age (hardship of the Depression era) to help support his mother and younger siblings. This led him to a strong sense of responsibility and a deep faith. But it all made him seem emotionally unavailable. The hard times for black families dealing with racial discrimination and the horrors of Jim Crow led to strictness that he, in all likelihood, felt was necessary for the survival of his children. There simply was no place for lighthearted fun. This greater understanding led to a stronger connection with my father, and an appreciation for such things as his devotion to having taken care of his family, his integrity, compassion for those less fortunate than himself, and the commitment as a deacon and Sunday school teacher.

People have others that they admire like a friend, teacher, coach, or family member. The people they look up to are very important and help influence them in their lives. One influential person in my life is Jim Dunman because he is hard working, respected, and talented.

Although my parents never had a lot of money, my father was very generous, “loaning” money to friends, knowing he’d never be repaid. He was very loyal and honest—blunt even—and sentimental. He believed it was important to treat people with respect, to give them a chance, and to always do the right thing.

I have been influenced by many people in my life. Being inspired by these people has helped shape me into the person that I am today. However, there are a few that I look up to more than anyone else. Three of these people are Steele Johnson, Audrey Hepburn and Neil Armstrong.

Growing up, I began noticing not having a male figure in my life. Due to my father being absent in my life, my mother provided and worked multiple jobs to bring food to the table and pay the bills. We lived in a middle class neighborhood; it didn't have much crime or corruption. The only degrading thing that was slowly rising in my neighborhood was teen pregnancy. My mother drilled in my head to not fall into her footsteps and to not have a baby out of wedlock. With my mother having me young, my father being missing in my life, and my life being filled with predomaaintly women in my life, they all played a major roll in my life and my thought process.

My mom had recently remarried to a farmer. I liked him a lot. A large man with a protruding belly and a face like worn leather from days in the sun. A kind voice but also assertive. He would often play Madden 2002 with me on the PlayStation. He taught me the rules of the game and the lessons it brought. On some days he would take me farming with him. He taught me hard work and gave my siblings and I a stable and enriched life. Soon I was comfortable enough to call him my dad.

Without my father in my life, I would not have had the motivation to push forward with my goals and aspirations that I have had in my

Many people call me “Daddy’s Little Girl”. There’s quite a bit of truth in that because my dad has never failed to have my back through anything. He’s my dad; I confide in him about everything. He’s always there to talk to and the advice that he gives me works wonders. I don’t confide more in anyone else but my dad. He has my back through events that I don’t even think that I need help with.

My dad has always been around, strong and sure of himself. I can always trust that he’s right there beside me making sure I’m okay. When Jody loves something he doesn’t ever give up on it, he is never changing and always there to support me. Ever since I was born, he has always been the foundation that I stand on, by cheering me on at soccer games and then being okay when I decided that soccer wasn’t really my thing. He is always putting us before him and making sure we always have what we need. He’s a hardworking man with strong morals that he never wavers from, and I can always trust him to believe in me.

mother met my step-father a couple years after. Since then, I could say he’s been the greatest father ever. I was growing up with him, and I always viewed him as being my real father. I never had that father figure till he came. I mean I love him because he had the guts to accept my mother with a child. He turned out to be a good role model for me. He taught me morals and values, something my other father never told me. My step-father loves my mother. Both of them struggled economically at first, but they worked hard to raise me right and become the person they want me to become. I remember my step-father telling me that everything will turn out right. He wasn’t like other step-fathers who abuse their children.

Since the beginning of time children have had parents. “Dear mother” and “Fabulous Father” has been the guiding fact that every kid grows up with, and it is more important than anyone can imagine. Everywhere dads and children work side by side, talk together, and play. Fathers are the best thing that a person could ask for. Esther Edward is the daughter of Jonathan Edward, and in her diary, she described her father and how much he meant to her. Although Esther Edward’s father, Jonathan Edward is a wonderful father, I believe that my father has him beat.

When I was born my mom or dad didn’t know what they were gonna name me. My mom never thought if I was gonna be a girl or boy and neither did my dad. They came up with names like James or Bryan,David etc. anyway my dad came up with my name Austin he liked this name. Well I recived my name surprising from Texas the city of Austin. Well my mom liked it and they agreed on it. Well I could have thought of many names but i'm grateful Austin is my name.

Okay so, i was going to talk to him this morning cause we’ve never talked face to face. And that crashed and burned. Like really really bad.

As a toddler, I spent my time living with my grandparents and my mother in Honduras. My father had moved to the United States just a few months after I was born. My mother would work during the day and my uncle's wife would baby sit me. I was still quite young and all I knew was that my father moved because he wanted to provide the best he could for his family. I lived in a house where not only my mother and I resided, we shared a home with four of my cousins, two of my uncles, and their wives. Everything I received at that age came from what my dad sent my mom and the rest of his family and what my mom earned. In 2004, months after my 4th birthday, my mother told me we were finally going to be reunited with my dad. I was of course

The time in which I was born was very different than the one my parents had to live in when they were children. I was born in a small town in Colombia, where no more than a hundred families lived. The entire population of my hometown was Catholic. There was a small chapel next to my house and the priest went there once a month to celebrate Mass. He and the seminarians stayed at our home, when they went for the Holy Week and Christmas missions. On Saturdays, my brother and I went to a town an hour away afoot or 20 minutes on a horse, to have further studies. Ninety percent of that town’s population were Pentecostal and only 10 % were Catholic. There was a big Pentecostal Church in the middle of the town and a small Catholic church outside the village. My brother and I went to study there on Saturdays because the Pentecostals offered to us a couple of American godparents who sent us gifts twice a year from the US. Nonetheless, to get those gifts we had to attend school on Saturdays, take pictures with the gifts in our hands, and attend the Pentecostal service once a year. During that service, my brother and I laughed the whole time at the people dancing in the church. My aunt, the only Pentecostal member of a family of twelve siblings, got embarrassed for our behavior every time we attended the service.