I live with my mom and my step-dad. I love my family more than anything. They are understanding of whom I am, and what I want to become in life. My step-dad works with his hands, and has taught me all the tricks of the trade. My mom is adored by mostly everyone, and she is just perfect. She gives me the space when I need to try and figure out things, but she is also my mother and I respect her. Respecting my mother is something that I take very seriously. Anyone that does not respect their mother is showing a sign of weakness.

My father is a person that I talk to on an everyday basis. We have a very strong relationship that is built around communication. I often do not understand some of my father’s wishes or visions on what he wants me to do in life, but he respects me enough to let me make my own decisions. He is wise, and I know that I should always listen to what he has to

One thing that I don’t like about my father is how much he talked me up before I was even born. He told people that I was special and I was going to be some kind of great leader. I am so shy getting in front of crowds so I don’t understand why he wants me to become a leader. I just want to be myself. I am an introvert, which means being witty and a confident speaker is not who I am. Even though doubts enter my mind, I don’t want him to be angry with me so I do what he wants. I feel like my whole life has been planned out ahead of schedule and no matter what I do I can’t change what is suppose to happen.

My friends eat, drink and discuss issues with me but little do they know. They do not understand my feelings. Why don’t they know? I want to come out with the truth, and with every day the sun sets and rises the more they know. It’s like a puzzle, they have all the pieces they just need to put it into the right shape.

I died for everyone. I have given people a reason to unite and a reason to have faith. I woke up everyday knowing that I was perfect, and I awoke on the day of my death, knowing I was going to be betrayed. Still hours before death, I was doubting if I could go through with it. Hanging on the cross with nails in my hands as I am looking through sweat and blood down on a crowd of angry people, I ask my father to forgive them for they know not what they do.

What would a person do if they knew they were going to die? Running away is not an option. Is that an option for me, what if I don’t want to believe or what if I don’t want to follow through with my father’s plan?

I am unemployed, but I have the skills to do handy work around the house, or different crafty things. Mostly I just wal

Some topics in this essay:
Father’s Vision, don’t understand, death doubting, try imagine,