What Inspires Me
as long as I can remember I’ve lived in a thinly painted white house on the
corner of a painfully dull neighborhood. Despite the homes stretching out so
extensively, one could not be able to see a single living person. It’s a sea of
corpses dragging their worn out bodies into their tombs to prepare for tomorrow’s
routines. Every person lived in their own world. However, in spite of living in
such abysmally dull setting; one glimmer of light happened to pierce this
morbidly gray veil that was my life; that light so happened to take the shape
of my father. He never ceases to amaze and inspire me.
My father, a simple hard working man from
Nigeria acquired a visa and made his way to the United State all on his own,
and arrived in this country with less than one-hundred dollars in his pocket. While
here he went through several stage where he sold ice cream, became a college
student at Huston community college and then Emory University. Unfortunately, I
was born and being the man he was my father sacrificed his future to secure one
for me. I watched his passion and drive be held back; I watched and could do
nothing. Now I’m older and I want to start where he left off.
childhood, I have been raise under the principle that hard work is both virtuous
and worthy of reward, and in my life that fact has remain true. Through cutting
grass, changing tires, I have learned that all things require some sort of sacrifice;
it takes sweat, determination and hard work to bring the imagination to
reality. I was a difficult child, but that never deterred my father from trying
with me, and I whole-heartedly believe it has made me a better person.
I aspire toward a better me; a person that not only I can be proud of but a
person people see as someone to look up to. I wish be the man of value
receiving praise and admiration from all those who support me. A man who
completes every journey he set out on, and leaves a path for others to follow.
family is never ending inspiration and I want nothing more than to have them
see all the fruit this tree has to bare. As I carry the dreams of my father on
my back I shall not worry for I have my family behind my back pushing me
forward, and as I walk into tomorrow I will finally become the man that I’m
proud of, my father.