USC's speaker series "What Matters to Me and Why" asks faculty and staff to reflect on their values, beliefs, and motivations. Presenters talk about choices they have made, difficulties encountered, and commitments solidified. Write an essay about an event or experience that helped you learn what is important to you and why it is important.
"Daddy, why was I born two years before you and mommy got married," I asked my father one night after dinner. My young mind never anticipated the answer I received soon after, the answer that brought me to tears years later, and the answer that would change my entire outlook on life. At age eleven I encountered the fact that what I had known to be my other half and my roots for the beginning of my years had merely been a lie. I realized that my biological father had quit, given up on me. My world was shattered, but after I put all the pieces together, I promised myself that I would not duplicate his mistake. I knew that this experience would influence my decisions for the remainder of my lifetime, the decisions that would mold the path to my future.
My biological father left my mother when he realized that she would rather sacrifice his support than abort her child. Since then, he has never once contributed anything to my life. He has never once shown an interest in meeting me or caring. Consequently, I am left in pain. Everyday I wonder where the other half of my roots resides. I wonder if I have any other siblings roaming the earth at this very second. I wonder how much longer it will be before I truly know why he just quit.
It is strange how those individuals who aren't in your life can influence you the most. It is also strange how somebody's actions can have the exact opposite impact on you. Over the course of my high school career, there have been numerous times when quitting appeared to be the best solution to my quandaries. The epitome of which can be observed in my continuance of Girl Scouts throughout high school and my resulting attainment of my Girl Scout Gold Award, the highest level of Girl Scouting. As my social life began to grow, the idea of Girl Scouts didn't seem as "hip" as it once was when I was in second grade, but a hidden conscience urged me to carry on. This hidden conscience, I would like to call the "good" counterpart of my biological father, the opposite of a quitter. Through his spiteful actions to both my mother and myself, a change was thrown upon me as if his mistake had been my own.
Everyday of my life, my decisions reflect back on this mistake. When those closest to me recommend that I desert a hobby of mine in the effort to vanish the stress, I simply respond with "I'm not a quitter. I never will be." What most people will never understand though is the story behind these words, the words that I will forever live by. They are more than an excuse to be "an overachiever", or whatever they call it. They are more than eight words that one may speak under pressure. These words are the way I choose to shape my future. These words are who I am.
As I continue to grow through my lifetime, I learn that the struggles and burdens present in life are only there to help you discover yourself. I have found that what can at first seem like your worst nightmare, can quickly turn into your sweetest dream. As a child, finding that I had been deceived my entire life, seemed like the worst thing that could ever happen. However, as I progress into my future, I learn that it will probably be the best dream I will ever know.
I like it. My only suggestion is that you exchange the place of your 4th and 5th paragraph. That would make your conclusion much stronger and answer the prompt directly..
And somehow it was hard for me to understand the 3rd paragraph. Maybe u should use simpler words, or maybe my English is horrible =PP. I'm an international student, u know ^^
Thanks for reading mine :P.
As a child, finding that I had been deceived throughout my entire life seemed like the worst thing that could ever happen.
Everybody does the best they can at their own level of consciousness. I met my biological father when I was an adult -- similar to your situation -- and he turned out to be kind of a door knob. He would not have been a good influence. It's lucky that he was not around when I was growing up. Either way, it feels so good and freeing to forgive.
