What Has Made Me Who I Am
Our text tells us “You are the product of the way you were raised, as well as your genetics. And if you are a parent, your children will be the product of how you raise them” (Witt & Mossler, 2010, p. 11). Looking back at my life, I know that is true. There are many things in my life that have molded me to be the person that I am today. Some of these experiences have been positive, and some have been negative. Either way, they are all a part of what has made me who I am.
I came from a broken home. My parents, who to this day hate each other, were divorced when I was just two years old. I was an only child to my mother and the youngest of three to my father, ...view middle of the document...
She was not as healthy as he was, so she didn’t attend anything in the winter, but she was always there to show her support in the spring and fall.
I contracted the chicken pox when I was 12 years old. I was extremely sick the day before I broke out, and was sent home from school. My mother was away somewhere, so she couldn’t help to take care of me, and my step-father worked overnights, so they sent me to my grandparent’s house. My grandfather took me to the doctors and my grandmother made me my favorite meal. During diner, I broke out in the chicken pox, and my grandparents got nervous. I remember thinking that was so out of character for them. Come to find out that my grandmother, who was 67 at the time, had never had the chicken pox. My grandfather called my mother, who of course said she couldn’t come back. His next call was to my father, who couldn’t help to take care of me because his current wife was unsure if she had ever had them. So there I was, 12 years old with the chicken pox and neither of my parents wanted to take care of me. I heard my grandparents talking in the other room, and my grandmother told him that they have to stay with me, because they were all I had. They took care of me for two weeks while I was sick, and never once complained.
As I got older, I became sort of a rebel. I had reached a point in my life where I thought I knew what was best for me, and I really didn’t care what anyone other than my grandparents thought. School became less and less important to me and my grades where reflecting this. I became more distant. Looking back, I think that I was just putting up a wall so that I wouldn’t be hurt by the lack of involvement that my parents had in my life.
Even though I really didn’t want to be bother with class, I was a cheerleader for both football and basketball, and that I did enjoy. My grandfather attended every single football and basketball game for the four years that I was in high school. He sat in the bleachers and took pictures, and cheered me on. He was my rock. My parents never saw a single game.
Throughout my childhood, I lived with my mother and stepfather. My senior year I decided that I wanted to go to college and make an amazing life for myself. Only problem was that I had slid by in high school to this point and couldn’t get into college other than community college. So I enrolled for the fall semester at the community college right up the road from my house. Two weeks before high school graduation, my mother and stepfather announced that they were moving to Ft. Lauderdale, and I wasn’t welcome. The week after graduation I found myself an efficiency apartment, and my parents moved four days later.
One nice thing that my father did for me was to pay for my courses at the community college. He said that as long as I passed my classes, he would continue to pay for my education. I was actually doing really well in school, but was struggling at home. I needed to...