Playing a Big Role The breaking glass, the crumbling metal and the piercing sounds changed my life in a matter of seconds. The day of my car accident there was only one person truly there for me and that is my mentor. The person playing the role as my mentor, my friend, and my shoulder to lean on is my father.
Through every tough time in my life from learning to tie my shoes to applying for college, my father has been there helping me through it all. I trust my father with every piece of advice he gives me because I know that it??™s from the bottom of his heart, and he would never want to see me go through what he has gone though. Every time I sit down with my dad he doesn??™t just hear me, he listens to me and relates to my problems no matter how busy he may be. The advice that my dad gives me is something that I will use every day of my life and something that I will pass down to my own children to help them through their problems. Growing up my father was always there for me, especially when it came to sports. My dad was always involved in sports whether he was playing or simply watching it on the TV.
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The development we lived in had a volunteer softball team, and he was one of the best on the team. Very rarely did their team lose, but when they did my dad was the only one on the team that didn??™t have a frown on his face or anger in his eyes. He taught me that whether you win or you lose you are always a good sport and never disrespect the other team in sports and out of sports. Seeing the love that my dad had for this sport was what got me involved in softball and to eventually fall in love with the sport.
Every single night after dinner my dad and I would go out and throw the ball around, we talked about everything that had happened in our day good and bad. Those catches were the highlight of my day and what I would look forward to every single night. As I got older it was time for me to find a job and start to save up money to get a car. I live in a small town and because I was so young no one would hire me, so my dad did. My dad is the vice president of our family company Rooney Electric. I worked one summer with my dad and that was all it took for me to fall in love with the business and all of its inner workings. I wanted to own Rooney Electric when I grew up because no one else wanted to and I didn??™t want the business to die.
After work one day I told my father what I wanted to do and he said ???no, absolutely not, I will not have my daughter working a blue collar job.??? I was shocked and didn??™t know what to say to him because I thought he would be so proud that I wanted to take over the family business. He explained that this line of work was not meant for a woman and that I was capable of much bigger and better things. I still didn??™t understand, but trusted my father enough to know that he knew what was right for me, and what wasn??™t. It wasn??™t until later on that I realized exactly why my dad was so against me becoming a part of the Rooney Electric Company. I soon realized that my dad was thinking exactly like the great Chinese Philosopher Confucius. In Hsun Tzu??™s essay ???Encouraging Learning??? (circa 250 BCE) ???Confucius (551-479 BCE) taught his disciples that human beings must always strive for perfection through strict attention to duty, order, and ritual.??? (pg 455) My dad not only wanted me to be the best that I could be, he knew that I had the ability to strive for perfection no matter what I was aiming at.
I listened to my father and did what I he was telling me, without saying it out loud, to strive for perfection. Not too long after the summer I realized that I saved up enough money to buy a car, but first, I had to learn how to drive. If you haven??™t already guess, my dad is the one that taught me how to drive. He taught me how to drive in his 1990 Coupdeville Cadillac, and I hated it. I hated that car ever since we drove to Florida in it one year.
I had never been so car sick in my life because that car is basically a boat, but a safe boat at that. During the year and a half that my dad gave me driving lessons, I fell in love with the feel of the car, as long as I was in the driver??™s seat and not any other seat. The very second I received my license I wanted to go and buy a car so I could go anywhere I wanted. As soon as my license was handed to me I asked my dad if we could go buy my first car, and he said no.
I was furious because he had promised that I would get my very own car the day I passed my driver??™s test. The reason my dad said no was because instead of buying a car, he gave me the Cadillac. He told me that he wanted me to have the car that I learned in and that he knew how safe the car was and didn??™t want anything to happen to me. Four months after my dad gave me the car, I got into a car accident. The car was completely smashed and just looked like a big pile of metal. Both my friend and I walked out of that car with not a scratch on us. On impact we had our seatbelts on but not one airbag went off, and we still walked away with every body part, but no car. When they pulled us out of the car they asked if I was alright, I said yes, and that I had to call someone to come and get us.
I didn??™t want to call my dad or my mom because I was so scared. I knew I defiantly wasn??™t going to call my mom because I am absolutely terrified of my mother, but I also didn??™t want to call my dad because I didn??™t want him to know that I had just smashed his car into a big ball. I gathered up the courage and called my dad ready to take the horrible scolding.
My dad answered and said that he would be right there. When he finally came I thought he was just going yell at me until he couldn??™t yell anymore, but he didn??™t. The first thing he did, was give me the biggest hug he had ever given me and ask me if I was alright. He looked over at the car and all he had to say was ???thank god I gave you the Cadillac!??? All I could do was laugh and give my dad another hug.
After the events of that day I knew I could tell my dad anything. About a year after the car accident I started to notice something really strange about my dad. He started to act extremely different and exclude himself from everyone in my family. Ever since I was little I can remember my dad always having a beer in his hand, but I just thought that it was normal.
I still thought it was normal watching my dad swerve all over the road while I was in the car behind him because my mom always knew to drive separate. I never knew my dad had a problem with alcohol, that??™s just how I knew him. When my dad started to act distant was when he started to sink into severe alcoholism. That was when I noticed that my dad wasn??™t normal anymore and that he had problem. My dad stopped going to softball games, school concerts, family parties, football games, parades, and everything and anything else that he would usually go to.
I began to hate my dad because he was just pushing us out of his life when we hadn??™t done anything to deserve it. I would go weeks without seeing my dad because he would disappear, just him and his alcohol. After my dad disappeared, the rest of the family began to fall apart. It stayed like this for years with no one doing anything about it, including me. I didn??™t think it was possible to go from having extreme respect for my dad, to being ashamed of him because of what he transformed into. Even though my dad was killing himself with alcohol, he still managed to find his way back for a moment when he knew something big was coming up in my life. I don??™t know how he managed to do this, but it gave me hope for him and made me feel like he still loved me.
It was my senior year in high school, and this was a year that I really needed my dad for support and guidance. Fortunately enough for me, this was one of the times that my dad resurfaced from the darkness that was holding him under. My dad, sober, helped me fill out every single one of my college applications and scholarship forms and convinced me that I would get into all of them. He was right, I got into every school I applied for and the scholarship I wanted so badly.
I was shocked that my dad was helping me with all of this and was doing it sober. My dad hadn??™t helped me in so long I didn??™t think he would even remember how to. The day after graduation was the night my dad fell into the darkness again, and I thought that that was the last time I would ever really see him again. The summer went by fast and it was time to move into my first college dorm room, and I was extremely nervous but excited at the same time.
My dad helped pack the car, move all my stuff into the room, was there to meet my 3 other roommates, but wasn??™t really there mentally. I didn??™t talk to my father once while I was at school and never went home because after being away from him, it was too hard to go back. The school year ended and the summer started, but I still didn??™t talk to my dad, because it was too hard. Before I knew it the school year started again and it was time to move back into my lovely room in hemlock hall. The difference about this move in was that my dad couldn??™t make it. He had already made plans for that day; his plans were to go to the bar.
It was ok though, I understood what his priorities were and I accepted them because I knew what my priorities were, and he wasn??™t in them anymore.The school year started and I became more and more confused as to what I wanted to do with my life. The first semester flew by and I was still confused. Half way through our one month Christmas break something happened that I never in a million years thought would. My dad sat us all down and announced that he was going to stop drinking. I didn??™t believe him and just walked away. My dad let me cool down and sat down with me one on one and explained how serious he was about his decision. He apologized that he hadn??™t been there and started to ask me questions about what went on in my life while he was gone.
We talked for hours and I told him every detail that had happened over the years. Each new thing I told him he gave me a piece of advice and told me a story in return so I wouldn??™t feel alone anymore. That night I got my dad back and every ounce of respect he had lost from me. My dad has always been my mentor, and through his biggest struggle, he has taught me the most.