Hello! This essay is about how my father has shaped me as a person. Any help would be great, don't hold back please rip it apart.
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My father has sacrificed a lot to provide my sister and I with a better life. When he was my age, he was forced to move from Uganda to India after his home had been taken by Idi Amin's men. Not only did he lose his home, he lost his father. After which he was forced to move to India then years later he moved to America to provide his family with a more opportunity. He arrived here with nothing, and fifteen years later he is now the CEO at a multi-million dollar hotel group. He has always been there for me, pushing me to better and do more good.
Since I was a little boy, I would always wake up extra early on Saturday so that I could go with my dad to the hotel. Each day that I went I could see him try his hardest to create a successful business. One day, while fixing a boiler, a spark ignited the gas and engulfed my fathers face in flames. The next day he was back at the hotel trying to fix it again. As I saw this unfolding I knew that was what my goal was, (not be have my face engulfed in flames) I wanted to be able to finish a job no matter what obstacles stood in my way. Every time I approach a problem that seems insurmountable I think back to that boiler, and work my way through the problem at hand.
When I was 13 years old, he pushed me to take a woodworking class at Woodcraft (a woodworking specialty store) even though I was against it because the other people in the class were all over 40. After taking that class, I found something I really enjoyed. A week later, my father took me down to the basement. I turned left and I saw a corner full of brand new tools. Eagerly I began making shelves, frames, bowls and pens. I took any scraps of wood and tried to make something out of it. I learned an important lesson that day, even the smallest seemingly insignificant event can turn into a wonderful life altering experience. After that day I have not looked back, I started my own business and enjoy everyday that I can make something out of nothing.
As I look back on my life, a figure continues to pop up, my father. At key moments in my life I can remember him helping me along and encouraging me. At the time I did not think much of it. From making a bookshelf to learning about derivative, my father has always been there to guide me along. Without his guidance I do not think I would the motivated person I am today. After seeing him overcome what seemed to be impossible circumstances, I know that if I ever fall he will be right there to catch me.
Thanks!
My father has sacrificed a lot to provide my sister and I with a better life. When he was my age, he was forced to move from Uganda to India after his home had been taken by Idi Amin's men. Not only did he lose his home, he lost his father. After which he was forced to move to India then years later he moved to America to provide his family with a more opportunity. He arrived here with nothing, and fifteen years later he is now the CEO at a multi-million dollar hotel group. He has always been there for me, pushing me to better and do more good.
Since I was a little boy, I would always wake up extra early on Saturday so that I could go with my dad to the hotel. Each day that I went I could see him try his hardest to create a successful business. One day, while fixing a boiler, a spark ignited the gas and engulfed my fathers face in flames. The next day he was back at the hotel trying to fix it again. As I saw this unfolding I knew that was what my goal was, (not be have my face engulfed in flames) I wanted to be able to finish a job no matter what obstacles stood in my way. Every time I approach a problem that seems insurmountable I think back to that boiler, and work my way through the problem at hand.
When I was 13 years old, he pushed me to take a woodworking class at Woodcraft (a woodworking specialty store) even though I was against it because the other people in the class were all over 40. After taking that class, I found something I really enjoyed. A week later, my father took me down to the basement. I turned left and I saw a corner full of brand new tools. Eagerly I began making shelves, frames, bowls and pens. I took any scraps of wood and tried to make something out of it. I learned an important lesson that day, even the smallest seemingly insignificant event can turn into a wonderful life altering experience. After that day I have not looked back, I started my own business and enjoy everyday that I can make something out of nothing.
As I look back on my life, a figure continues to pop up, my father. At key moments in my life I can remember him helping me along and encouraging me. At the time I did not think much of it. From making a bookshelf to learning about derivative, my father has always been there to guide me along. Without his guidance I do not think I would the motivated person I am today. After seeing him overcome what seemed to be impossible circumstances, I know that if I ever fall he will be right there to catch me.