Personal Essay
Daniel Romero
Pd.7
“Every man and woman is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done.” – Benjamin E Mays. This is the essence of this whole story. The understanding of such a philosophy eluded me as did it many people of my age at the time; some are not introduced to this concept until they are far into their adulthood.
I had been born and raised into a Christian household with no real father figure for most of my life, although I saw him frequently he was never around enough to really raise me maybe a few bits and pieces of advice and teachings. The real parenting came from my sister mother and grandmother. My mother had a lot of work to do considering she was a lone parent of two and had my Grandmother come live with us from Nicaragua (Central America) a few years prior to my birth and could barely pronounce “hello”.
Because of my mother’s long work hours I didn’t see her much and the job of a nurturing loving mother really fell upon my Grandma. Now this doesn’t mean my mom didn’t love me or didn’t show it she just wasn’t as present as my grandmother was because my grandma didn’t work and took care of me all day. For thirteen years of my life I was shown love and care by this incredible woman.
Like I said before I grew up in a Christian house hold and my grandmother, mother and sister all had a pretty good understanding and very inclined spirituality so they took it upon themselves to teach me who God was and why he was important and so important to our everyday lives.
I had never questioned what they taught me I just received and didn’t think much of it. I was a typical church boy, going to church listening to what the teachers in Sunday school had to say, waking up every morning at eight to get ready, try to live by what was taught to me etc. etc. It was never really hard just do as you were told and keep your mouth shut so it can all be over quicker. Granted I
Pd.7
“Every man and woman is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done.” – Benjamin E Mays. This is the essence of this whole story. The understanding of such a philosophy eluded me as did it many people of my age at the time; some are not introduced to this concept until they are far into their adulthood.
I had been born and raised into a Christian household with no real father figure for most of my life, although I saw him frequently he was never around enough to really raise me maybe a few bits and pieces of advice and teachings. The real parenting came from my sister mother and grandmother. My mother had a lot of work to do considering she was a lone parent of two and had my Grandmother come live with us from Nicaragua (Central America) a few years prior to my birth and could barely pronounce “hello”.
Because of my mother’s long work hours I didn’t see her much and the job of a nurturing loving mother really fell upon my Grandma. Now this doesn’t mean my mom didn’t love me or didn’t show it she just wasn’t as present as my grandmother was because my grandma didn’t work and took care of me all day. For thirteen years of my life I was shown love and care by this incredible woman.
Like I said before I grew up in a Christian house hold and my grandmother, mother and sister all had a pretty good understanding and very inclined spirituality so they took it upon themselves to teach me who God was and why he was important and so important to our everyday lives.
I had never questioned what they taught me I just received and didn’t think much of it. I was a typical church boy, going to church listening to what the teachers in Sunday school had to say, waking up every morning at eight to get ready, try to live by what was taught to me etc. etc. It was never really hard just do as you were told and keep your mouth shut so it can all be over quicker. Granted I