Heroes

When I think as of to who is my hero, the first person that comes to my mind is my father. I never looked at my father as a best friend, I always viewed him as a wise person who I should go to when I need guidance and advise wether it is what to do with my life or just to talk to about life. I respect my father mostly because he is a self-less hard worker who thinks about his family first. When he got my mother pregnant, he decided to work to make sure he gives his children a good education/life. This is all he wanted. He spend numerous days, weekends, and months showing us how to become hard workers like he is, and to have values.

He showed us what hard work is. He came from a family of farmers, and since he was young he would work in the farm. This is how he showed us what hard work was and how to be responsible. He decided to build a corral in our backyard where we had chickens, cock fighters, rabbits, ducks, and even a cow. After me and my brother built it with my father, he said that the corral was our responsibility now. We had to come back from school and feed all the animals, keep the corral clean and neat, and keep an eye on the new baby chickens (putting them in a special cage with a light bulb).

By doing this, my father allowed me to see what hard work really is and gave me a basis of what responsibility is. I didn’t really want to go down to the corral every day, but I had to. He made sure I did. And if I didn’t he would make me go down there at night. This has to be one of the most memorable things that I could take a lot from when I was little and I have my dad to thank for that. He is my example of what kind of father I want to be to my kids when that day comes.