Hoping for some constructive criticism. Thanks In advance.
Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:50 am
Life hasn't been easy. I'm the youngest of my parents combined 8 children. I'm also the only male. I was born in the Bronx New York but grew up in East Harlem. Most people who know the area today may not think much about that fact, but in the late 80s and 90/ when crack was king. It was a rough area to grow up In.
My dad was 64 when I was born. I was the only kid in grade school who's dad was in World War Ii. Still to this day I find it difficult to relate to my peers when it comes to talking about our fathers having more in common with men in their 60/.
I still remember staying up at night as a child, running numbers in my head, sure that my father would die very soon. Thankfully I was wrong. Dad lived until 4 days before his 94th birthday. I made a promise to him not long before his death.
Life had gotten in the way of my dreams and ambitions. Running the family business, starting a family of my own, and caring for dad as he got older became my priorities. Dad asked me to remember my dreams. I'm prepared today to do just that. Sadly, and ironically law school would not have been possible while my father lived. Caring for him was a full time job in the winter of his life, a labor of love to be sure, but still a challenge. I hope to graduate from law school one day not just for me. This would be for my children, my wife, and for my father as well.
My dad was 64 when I was born. I was the only kid in grade school who's dad was in World War Ii. Still to this day I find it difficult to relate to my peers when it comes to talking about our fathers having more in common with men in their 60/.
I still remember staying up at night as a child, running numbers in my head, sure that my father would die very soon. Thankfully I was wrong. Dad lived until 4 days before his 94th birthday. I made a promise to him not long before his death.
Life had gotten in the way of my dreams and ambitions. Running the family business, starting a family of my own, and caring for dad as he got older became my priorities. Dad asked me to remember my dreams. I'm prepared today to do just that. Sadly, and ironically law school would not have been possible while my father lived. Caring for him was a full time job in the winter of his life, a labor of love to be sure, but still a challenge. I hope to graduate from law school one day not just for me. This would be for my children, my wife, and for my father as well.