Sometimes I forget...
Sometimes I forget how well-rounded of a person I am. I usually remember when I start talking about all my useless talents and experiences I've had over the years. And I usually forget WHY I am well-rounded. Honestly, the biggest reason I am the way I am is because of my family. They are my heroes. Truly. I would not be the person I am today if it were not for their love and support. They have always supported me in an any venture I choose to indulge myself in, and always comfort me in my failures.
It's not that my family is really all that culturally oriented. I mean, I've lived in small towns all my life. I am the first in my family to go to college, so there's a lot of new territory to cover. Though neither of my parents ever went to college, they both are incredible role models, and they are both my heroes. I can't rank one against the other because the relationship I have with my mom is vastly different from the relationship I have with my dad. Let me tell you a little bit about them.
My dad is the hardest working person I know, and has always instilled that value in me. He is a telephone man, and is one of the best in the state in his company. But he is not arrogant, and doesn't brag about his success. He merely takes pride in helping people. From as early as I can remember he always did everything he could to make our lives as comfortable as possible. We built a house from the ground up in Colorado, and he always did everything he could to keep it in good condition. And when we moved here he did the same thing. No matter how much or how little money we had, he always tried to make the best of it so that we could be comfortable. He has never stopped supporting me or my mom and brother. We don't have a particularly close relationship, meaning, we don't talk about all the deep stuff, but he always tries to make sure he knows what's going on in my life. He was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in October of last year, and although he has struggled with his medication, he has never quit. Not once. He continues to fight and be active. I love him very much, and I don't know what I would do without him.
My mom is one of the most caring people I know. She always goes out of her way to be polite and nice to the people around her. She is also a very hard working person, and always tries to give back to people as much as she can. She has also never stopped supporting me, and always listens to me, no matter what it is that I am saying. One of the best things about my mom is that she has never forced me to be something I didn't want to be. She has always allowed me to grow into the person I am going to be. She recently got a job at an insurance agency, and worked really hard to get her insurance license. I was so proud of her when she passed her test! She always tries to comfort her family in whatever is going on, and if I could become half the person she is, I would have accomplished something great. There is not a person I know of that has anything mean to say about her. She takes everything in stride, and is so calm and collected. I also love her very much and would be lost without her.
Then there's my brother. Oh, what to say about my brother... It took us a long time to get to the point we are now. We used to fight so much, and now we get along really well. I've always felt like more of a big brother to him than a big sister, and it took a while for him to feel the same way, but that's the way he treats me now, and it's great. He doesn't pass judgment on me, and I am pretty sure he would fight for me if he thought it necessary. He isn't always as aware of some of the offensive stuff he says as I'd like him to be, but he always tones it down around me, which is nice. We talk about girls and life a lot, and I really enjoy his company. He is turning out to be a fine young man, though he gets in a lot of trouble. I really do love him a lot, and can't wait to see him grow up and get out of high school.
So that's my family. I don't really know what triggered all of this, but I felt the need to share.
It's not that my family is really all that culturally oriented. I mean, I've lived in small towns all my life. I am the first in my family to go to college, so there's a lot of new territory to cover. Though neither of my parents ever went to college, they both are incredible role models, and they are both my heroes. I can't rank one against the other because the relationship I have with my mom is vastly different from the relationship I have with my dad. Let me tell you a little bit about them.
My dad is the hardest working person I know, and has always instilled that value in me. He is a telephone man, and is one of the best in the state in his company. But he is not arrogant, and doesn't brag about his success. He merely takes pride in helping people. From as early as I can remember he always did everything he could to make our lives as comfortable as possible. We built a house from the ground up in Colorado, and he always did everything he could to keep it in good condition. And when we moved here he did the same thing. No matter how much or how little money we had, he always tried to make the best of it so that we could be comfortable. He has never stopped supporting me or my mom and brother. We don't have a particularly close relationship, meaning, we don't talk about all the deep stuff, but he always tries to make sure he knows what's going on in my life. He was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in October of last year, and although he has struggled with his medication, he has never quit. Not once. He continues to fight and be active. I love him very much, and I don't know what I would do without him.
My mom is one of the most caring people I know. She always goes out of her way to be polite and nice to the people around her. She is also a very hard working person, and always tries to give back to people as much as she can. She has also never stopped supporting me, and always listens to me, no matter what it is that I am saying. One of the best things about my mom is that she has never forced me to be something I didn't want to be. She has always allowed me to grow into the person I am going to be. She recently got a job at an insurance agency, and worked really hard to get her insurance license. I was so proud of her when she passed her test! She always tries to comfort her family in whatever is going on, and if I could become half the person she is, I would have accomplished something great. There is not a person I know of that has anything mean to say about her. She takes everything in stride, and is so calm and collected. I also love her very much and would be lost without her.
Then there's my brother. Oh, what to say about my brother... It took us a long time to get to the point we are now. We used to fight so much, and now we get along really well. I've always felt like more of a big brother to him than a big sister, and it took a while for him to feel the same way, but that's the way he treats me now, and it's great. He doesn't pass judgment on me, and I am pretty sure he would fight for me if he thought it necessary. He isn't always as aware of some of the offensive stuff he says as I'd like him to be, but he always tones it down around me, which is nice. We talk about girls and life a lot, and I really enjoy his company. He is turning out to be a fine young man, though he gets in a lot of trouble. I really do love him a lot, and can't wait to see him grow up and get out of high school.
So that's my family. I don't really know what triggered all of this, but I felt the need to share.
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