When I was three years old, my dad died of lung cancer. At the time of his death, he and my mom had been married for ten years, and they had four kids together. After my dad’s death, my mom was left raising the four of us on her own, relying mainly on herself to do this. There was criticism during and after the event by people who should’ve been there for her, including her sister-in-law and others in the community. She lived like this for about one year until she met my step-dad. My mom told me a little at a time about my dad and what happened during and after the situation. As a young boy, my mom told me about the whole ordeal. She told me that my dad had smoked for many years and developed lung cancer from smoking. My dad was weak for a while before he actually died, but he continued his life the best he could, going to church and being around us kids the best he could. Being bedridden with cancer, he …show more content…
She told me that we, her kids, were what kept her going when she had nothing else. After knowing this, I was curious about my dad, but more importantly wanted to help others in these kinds of situations. I knew that it took alot to keep going, and it would be hard for someone to do. It made me want to help people in my mom’s situation more than other people helped my mom. I saw my mom as a strong woman for pushing on and not giving up, and I wanted to be the same way as a person. At the time, I didn’t realize how much this event would change my life for the better. I learned a lot from this experience, and it has taught me to be a better person. I’ve learned to be strong in tough situations and to try my best, not just for me, but for those around me too. This situation made me into a harder worker, and I’ve bettered myself for everyone who might be going through a tough situation because I want to help as much as I can. This one event changed my mentality on life, and has bettered my