I’m thinking of a person with thick brown hair and brown eyes. He’s an average sized man wit. He always wears jeans with a business shirt that says Asplundh on the side. Do you know who it is. It’s my biggest influence, it’s my dad.
My dad has been a great influence to me my whole life. He always accepts people for who they are and doesn’t judge them on sight, like most people do.
My dad has lots of friends, and most all of them are good people. If he knew that they weren’t good people he would never have befriended them at all
He supports me, my brother, and my sister in each of our future plans. But I don’t think that he enjoys talking about us growing up, but he does care about our future.
And when one of us is really sick or hurt, he’ll do everything in his power. He’ll make us breakfast, watch movies with us, and even take time off of work till we get better.
I’ve known my dad for 14 years, and that long enough to know that he does not have a drinking problem and he does not smoke. Usually, my dad is the more responsible one. For example, if you keep trying to drive home drunk, he has no problem with coming right over with a pocket knife and popping your car tires. And people always thank him for it.
My dad also has never laid a hand on anyone, unless he’s just fooling, or if he had a very good reason to. For instance, one time when he and my mom were kids a boy came right up to my mom and smacked her in the face. That boy hardly had time to pull his hand back before my dads fist was in the boys mouth. When my dad pulled his hand back, the boy was knocked out and my dad had a tooth in each knuckle. Other than that, I don’t recall him laying a hand on anyone.
He’s also a great influence because he’s great with kids. Once he even played Santa Claus at a Christmas party. He is very funny. He’s like a little kid sometimes, and he knows when its time to grow up. But most of the time he’s like a 10-year-old trapped in a 33-year-olds body.
My dad is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. He has influenced me in so many ways, I can’t even count them. He is a selfless person who is always thinking of others. And he’s a very big part of my life.
My Personal Accomplishment
When I was about nine or ten years old, all I wanted to do was play softball. I wasn’t clumsy, or inelegant, so why couldn’t I play? Try-outs had to be one of the scariest days of my young life. I was the shortest one there; either that or all the other kids were tall. I did make lots friends though. I tried very hard to make the team, and apparently, it paid off because I made the Cubs team.
My first game was awesome. I hit a home run, well actually, I hit the ball and the players didn’t know were it went. By the time I got to home, they finally saw the ball; it was stuck in the fence. I didn’t hit the ball the rest of the game. And when the Cubs had the field I played shortstop. Shortstop is between second and third base. Usually I only got grounders. I got two people out and caught three balls. We had won the game!
It was a good year so far and the whole team was happy. The rest of the game was pretty much the same as the first one. We hit, we ran, we caught, we threw, and we won. We were winning because we knew we could. Until the last game, this game, we weren’t sure I we could win. I don’t know if the team was as nervous as I was though. You see, a girl that use to like my brother was on the other team. My brother told her he didn’t like her. She hates him now. Moreover, she hates me, for some reason. She hit me with the ball all three times I went up to bat! (She was pitcher) At least I got to walk.
Our team hit a major crisis when the girl on the other team hit the ball and the ball hit the pitcher in the arm, and it hit her hard. Our pitcher was injured, the game was tied, and I had to use the bathroom. We did great for the rest of the game. In the end, we didn’t just get free hot dogs, or Gatorade thrown on us, we won the game.
I was so glad I joined, even in the games we were about to loose (which we didn’t). I think I’ll get back in softball someday. So I can do it all over again.
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| SONNET 20 |
| A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted |
| Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; |
| A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted |
| With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion; |
| An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, |
| Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; |
| A man in hue, all ‘hues’ in his controlling, |
| Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth. |
| And for a woman wert thou first created; |
| Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, |
| And by addition me of thee defeated, |
| By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. |
| But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure, |
| Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure. |
Appreciation
I don’t know how or why, but the one person I appreciate the most (despite his morning attitude, acting like the tough guy, and not having enough capacity to know when to shut his mouth) is my brother. Sure he’s a pain in the butt, and has the tendency to wake me up every morning to ask a stupid question, but even my mom has to admit that underneath it all he can be sweet. Very, very deep down somewhere.
He’s always trying to get everybody in a good mood. When something bad happens, he always tries to keep our mind off of it. And he does a very good job. I appreciate that he tries to be a leader, and the fact that he can be a nuisance and sweet at the same time. I also appreciate that he always tries to listen, or at least pretends to. I just wish that he listened more than he opens his mouth. I appreciate almost everything he does.
