Essay about My Father's Life
My Father's Life
"The truth is that the life of an individual is not more interesting than the life of a whole nation. And another truth is that not everyone is able to describe his/her life the way great writers do." This was my father's first response to my request of knowing more about his past life.
My father, Ruben Aslanian, was born on April 12 the year 1951 in a small village of Abkhazia called Mteesoubanee. Abkhazia was part of the Georgia republic during the mid nineteenth century and Georgia was one of the fourteen republics of the outdated Soviet Union. The village my father lived in does not have anything in common with the villages of the present time. One of the main differences is that those villages were extremely...show more content...
He did not follow the canon of weak and powerful and he treated all people equally. Once when he was about five years old, he was playing in the yard of his grandfather with the three–year–old cousin of his.
Suddenly the neighbor's kid, same age as my father, came over with a stick and started hitting the little one. My father got another stick and began hitting the neighbor's son until the left with tears in his eyes. He came back with his grandma, who was yelling at my father and except that, my father's grandfather punished him and asked him to leave.
My father went to the bushes and started crying out of offence. "As a little kid back then, I was thinking that they were so unfair and except that they did not let me be fair either." After a while, his grandpa came and admitted that he saw everything and that my father was right but he had to punish him so they would not get into a conflict with the neighbors. From his grandfather's words, my father was finally relived.
Petros was his grandfather's name and he did not love my father as much, as he loved my father's younger brother named Rafik. Petros thought Rafik looked more like himself and my father looked more like Aik Kakulian, the grandfather from the mother's side. Petros used to call my father Kakul to insult him, something that bothered my father a lot. "After the situation with the neighbor kid, I was
My Father
My Father In my family, the person who I admire is my father. He is over 40 years old, not very tall but has got a medium built, his voice is low and his movements are slow and cautious. In a word, he is a good––looking person in my eyes. My father is a very successful businessman, and he always tells me the way to be a man, how to succeed in my life and how to cherish time. He is always gone through a lot of ups and downs in his life, but my father faced the difficulties with great courage and a strong will, I have learned a lot from him, and this makes my father and me closely. My father is my role model and I will do my best to become a person like him. He also impresses me most with his optimism, hard––working and confidence,...show more content...
My Father In my family, the person who I admire is my father. He is over 40 years old, not very tall but has got a medium built, his voice is low and his movements are slow and cautious. In a word, he is a good––looking person in my eyes. My father is a very successful businessman, and he always tells me the way to be a man, how to succeed in my life and how to cherish time. He is always gone through a lot of ups and downs in his life, but my father faced the difficulties with great courage and a strong will, I have learned a lot from him, and this makes my father and me closely. My father is my role model and I will do my best to become a person like him. He also impresses me most with his optimism, hard––working and confidence, which I also inherited. He always tells me "life is just like a box of chocolate; you have to taste the bitterness at the beginning, then comes to the sweetness." I am proud of my
My Grandfather Essay
My Grandfather– The Gift of My Life
If I could be like anybody, I would wish to become more like my late grandfather, whose memories have inspired me to strive for success, like the smell of old, dusty books which reminds me of his admiration on learning. An avid collector, he had many books, most of which went unread. He owned books on everything from medicine to Spain, to several sets of encyclopedias. After he faced health problems, he came less to the library and read fewer books. They became just part of the scenery, collecting only dust and memories. I have read a few now, after he is gone, and each time it brings back a hurt like a sore that refuses to heal. But I suppose it is a quest of sorts, because if can take on his thirst...show more content...
This house had two floors with three bedrooms on the top floor and the storage rooms, where some of the goats also stayed, on the ground floor. The house was built in the late 1800s before my father was born, it was my grandfather's skills in organizing family members and his strategic direction, of delegating the business operation to his several sons, according to their skills and abilities. The result is a strong group interaction that has created the foundation of our family business, which is considered one of the most successful family businesses in Yemen. However, I believe it is his independent endeavor that established his early success in business, as is evident by the roughness of his hands, a roughness resulting from the labor of his work throughout his life. At the same time, my father told me he would hold my father's hands, so gently with his rough hands when having a conversation with my father.
The saddest part of my memories of grandpa was the day my father took me along with him to visit my dying grandfather, whose eyes seemed to be drifting aimlessly around the room while his body and face remained numb. I still recall staring at his tanned and wrinkled skin that covered his forearms and showed his veins in painful detail, and at the way he sometimes used his heel to scratch at his other leg.
I suppose it is hard not to notice a kid who has his face turned towards you week after week, year after year. But