I really did not know what i was looking for when browsing the website for essays. But i came upon this one. It really struck me. It is about a woman who sees a homeless woman in the store stealing (but not succeeding) a book about grieving. She caught up to the woman after and they talked and grieved with each other for the loved ones they lost. The author says everyone comes into your life for a reason. It can even be a homeless woman, you don't know who is going to step into your path and affect your life.
I really believe in this. I think that everything happens for a reason. And even something so small have an impact on your life. I am always put into situations where I'm like, "Why me?" But looking back on events like that, it did suck, but i learned from it. It helped me through. Things happen/people come into your life, all for a reason.
I believe in hard work.
My father is a prime and perfect example of a hard worker. He is an orthopedic surgeon who owns his own practice. He works every day of the week, except Sunday, from 5 am to 11pm. His partner recently quit, so he is taking on double what he used to, and is getting screwed over by Obama's care. My father always says to me, 'If I could win the lottery". He knows that is only in his dreams, and must keep working.
When growing up, I did not see my father very much. He was always up before I was up, and home after I went to bed. I do not have much recollection of him in my childhood. When I was in fourth grade, my parents got divorced. At first, I was not that upset because I was used to not having my father around anyway. But later on, I got so upset and mad at my father. How could he let his marriage fall apart like that? How could he leave his family like that? I would only see my father on Sunday, where we would routinely go play tennis or something. For the longest time, I was so mad.
However, growing up and especially going to college, made me appreciate my dad in a whole other light. Being older, I realized the effort and time it takes to be a doctor. My father needed not only to pay his bills, but pay for child support, my mom's house, marital support, and PAY FOR MY COLLEGE. I think it really hit me when I went to Santa Clara. My father works so hard to provide for my family. He does not have a life outside of the hospital because he wants to make us happy and live comfortably. He may not have a lot of time for me, but I know that he is dripping sweat and working hard for my happiness.
I believe in hard work. I make sure I get good grades and put in an effort, because in the future, the roles will change and it will be my turn to take care of him. Through hard work, what you want is achievable. It only takes effort and perseverance.
Carly, that was really touching. You definitely are such a confident woman and I believe it is the experiences we face growing up that define how thick our skin is. I loved your last line because I can tell that you are a leader by how you decide to live your life! Thank you for opening up like that, you so strong.
ReplyDeleteThank you for opening up to us. It really takes a lot of courage to tell others about personal things like this.
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