A Person Who has had Influence on my Life There¶s always a time in one¶s life, when a hero comes along. Somebody who has inspired you, and helped you learn what life is about. I remember it as if it was yesterday, surprisingly, as my state of mind on that cold December night can be described only of numbness and confusion. It was around eight o¶clock p.m. when my mother received a phone call from her brother-in-law, who told her that her sister had just recently been admitted into the hospital after experiencing difficulty breathing and chest pain. When my aunt was diagnosed with coronary artery disease, my family became worried. A physician had informed us that my aunt would need a Coronary Artery Bypass Grafting and she needed surgery immediately. While my aunt spent her time in the hospital with special care, my cousin Mark, who is mentally disabled, spent time with our family. Mark was seventeen at the time, two years older than I was, and had been born with severe mental disorders, which created a wide range of social and physical obstacles for him throughout every day life. He never had any true friends because because no one could relate to him, and because he was so different from everyone else. I must admit that first I was filled with a great deal of uncertainty as to how much of a burden my cousin would bring on my family, and looking back it saddens me to see the ignorance I once displayed. I had passed judgement on him, and proceeded to assume assume that the time I was about to be forced to spend with him was bound to seem like an eternity. Over the two weeks that Mark lived with my family, I probably learned more about life and its meanings than I ever did before. Thinking back, I took everything in daily life for granted. I never even thought about being able to do things like walk, brush my teeth, or go to the bathroom on my own. Now I see how lucky I am to be able to do these things independently. Mark was seventeen, and learning on a nine-year-old level. Although his learning ability was exceptionally slower than most, he could still, like the rest of his classmates, learn. He showed an ambition to love life and now I have that feeling. Mark is my hero, for his disability, and my chance to have been able to live with him for two weeks, has forever changed my perspective on life. Situations such as this seem life threatening when you¶re fifteen, and it¶s amazing how in two years perspective on an event or time period can change so profoundly.
A Person Who Has Great Influence In My Life A strong and brave man. He has a pair of small and black dark eyes. He has a pumpkin shaped face. Not a very tall but average height he has. His lips are thick. And you will see two rows of yellowish teeth with streaks of white. He is my dearest father, Tan C*** K**. His actual age is fifty plus, but you can't realise it if you just look through his face. Keep smiling and be happy are the secret ways he looks more younger than his age. My father was born in a small fishing village near Sabak Bernam. He worked as a fisherman for more than five years since he was thirteen years old. According to my grandma who had passed away, my father worked at a young age because they were too poor to send my father for education. Later he married my mother. They shifted to Kuala Lumpur. My father worked in a fishball factory for the first few years years in Kuala Lumpur. He told me he moved to Selayang in 1986. There was the place he began his career as a boss of a fishball factory. factory. After working hard and putting a lot of effort in the factory for about 19 years, it is today, this man has succeeded. Although he was born in a kampung, although he did not have high education, but his hard work, his confidence has brought him to success.
Success has not gone to his head he gives work to those young men or old ladies in his hometown. My father continues to contribute to his hometown. He repaired the only Chinese temple in his hometown. His generousity has made me proud of him. Papa is not afraid to become a looser. He always updates himself through reading the newspaper. Me and my siblings will teach him Malay and English words when he needs our help. He changed my perspective towards life. "Not to be afraid and face the problem whenever we meet them", he taught me. His hard workingness, generous, and always willing to learn attitude have influenced me so much. He is my teacher, my hero and of course, a father that made me proud of him. My Dad: A Person of Influence As I think about Father¶s Day, I realize I have been a very lucky person. My dad is a person of influence. He has all 10 tenets as listed in John Maxwell¶s book, ³Becoming a person of influence´. As I write this, my dad is 93 years old. He is still doing well and he still has a positive outlook on life. I¶d like to share with you the story of my dad and how his influence has had a profound impact on my life and the lives of many other people. If my dad has one trait that stands out, it is a positive attitude. He instilled that in me as a young boy, always encouraging me with positive affirmations and telling me that nothing was impossible. The following is a list of ten influential traits that are the key tenets in Maxwell¶s book and how my dad modeled these in his life. This is the story of Bill Richardson 1. Integrity with people : Whatever the situation, my dad always believed in telling the truth. I always knew that I could trust my dad. He never lied to me or led me astray. He faced some tough times in his life that he could have taken the easy way out. He never did. His actions always spoke louder than words. My eyes were always open and he led the way. I have had to learn some hard lessons in life about integrity. I am lucky to have a great mentor. 2. Nurtures other people: My dad¶s greatest trait is his unwavering positive attitude. This is so contagious and so uplifting that it has changed the lives of many people who have worked with him. Whenever I would get depressed as a kid, my dad always seemed to find a cloud with a silver lining. One of my dads secrets for staying positive was exercise. He would get up every morning at 4:30 and go for a 10-15 mile bike ride. He would always come home energized and ready to face the day. 3. Faith in people: My dad believes in people. He always has a vision of something better. My dad was an artist and a photographer in his working life. He could somehow always paint a picture of a better place. His favorite person was Ronald Reagan and I think my dad always had a vision, like Reagan, of a shining city on a hill. 4. Listens to people: Sometimes we think of great people as being the loud orators in life, the difference makers with words and speeches. My dad was the opposite. He was always quiet, easy going and had a knack of listening to what you would say. He was genuinely interested in what was going on in your life. The one thing I miss the most now, is the long conversations we used to have. Age has taken some of this away. 5. Understands people: Being the listener that he was, dad would have a way of understanding people. As I grew up, he helped me see through phony facades and schemes. He had an uncanny sense about others. He could tell what was true and what wasn¶t. He really modeled Covey¶s tenet, ³seek first to understand, then be understood.´ 6. Enlarges people: Anyone who has worked with my dad, even for a short while, would always comment on how positive and easy going he was. He never took himself too seriously. He always gave me the tools to be successful. Many times this was holding back on my wants and then providing my needs. 7. Navigates for other people: My dad¶s attitude has always been a beacon. When I would go off on some wild tangent and get in trouble he was always there with a kind, forgiving word. Instead of telling me how stupid I was he¶d change the subject and usually teach me something. I think I only saw him really mad once in his life. 8. Connects with people: With a endearing sense of humor, my dad always won people over with laughter. From unquenchable puns to one liners and funny stories, he never took himself too seriously. This broke down many walls. Even at 93 his sense of humor is still paramount. He is still as quick with a joke as he was when I was a kid. 9. Empowers people: Needs over wants. I¶ll never forget Christmas when I was a kid. My dad would wrap all of our presents in brown wrapping paper and draw pictures and colorfully
write our names on them. Every package was a personalized piece of artwork. One year I wanted a Mini bike like my friends had. They were awful expensive. Under the tree was a large box with my name on it. I just knew it was a mini bike. It was the last package. When I opened it and found it was a blanket I went ballistic. I threw a huge tantrum and made a rather large fool of myself. I ended up on the floor crying and only when I looked up did I notice a huge package under the couch. I made a rather quick recovery and opened the package. It was a large reflector telescope. One that would lead me to a love of astronomy. Father knew best. 10. Reproduces other Influencers: My dad has influenced many lives. I think he has influenced me the most of all. If I can give back any of the things he taught me, I¶d like to share them on this site. Dad I love you, Happ y Fathers Day! The Hero Of My Life I've chosen to write about the one person who has had the biggest influence in my life simply because I knew it'd be difficult for me to do. I'm going to write about my father...my hero! He was kind, generous, humble, and most importantly instilled values and morals and taught me the importance of happiness. Growing up we didn't have much especially after my fathers accident. I still remember being taken out of class by my mother so she could take me to see my father at the hospital. My mother explained to me my father had an accident at work and broke his back. All I remember thinking was that it was a practical joke. My father was superman. He was the type of father who would work 14 hour days and still come home to play with his kids. He taught me how to play volleyball, basketball, and even football. He'd be out there til the sun came down and do it all over again the next day! After my intital shock I realized it was no joke. My father had a broken back and he would never be the same again. All my father knew was how to work and provide for his family. He'd been doing it since he was 15 in Mexico when his father passed away and he had to assume responsibiltity for his mother and 8 other siblings. I was so afraid this would change him forever but I was wrong. I mean my father, although in tremendous pain, continued to be the same father I had always known. He wasn't bitter or mad at the world, instead he was grateful to be alive and had a new appreciation for life. Sadly for the next 8 years he had a total of 7 back surgeries and on the last he never woke up again. As angry as I was in the beginning all I could remember was what my father taught me. I remembered how easy it would have been for him to be mad at the world when he got hurt and was unable to work or play with his children but chose to be possitive and grateful instead. At first I was uncertain how to do this but then I realized that although this was the worst pain I had ever...
What Person Has Had The Most Influence On Your Life? When asked to identify the person who has had the most powerful influence in my life, the most obvious choice is my mom. She has been my teacher, counselor, role model, and friend for the past 17 years. For me, she has become a source of inspiration and a constant reminder of what true love really means. In considering my mother's position and influence as a role model, I am reminded of a quote from Charlotte Bronte's Villette: "In addition she gave me the originality of her character to study: the steadiness of her virtues.the power of her passions to admire, the truth of her feelings to trust. All these things she had, and for these things I clung to her." (Chap. 4) The virtues that stand out most poignantly in my mother's character are her dedication and self sacrifice. On the strength of her principles, she gave up a successful career in order to give my brother and I the strongest educational foundation possible. No obstacle seems insurmountable when it comes to our education; even when my algebra classes seemed to have gotten the better of her, she searched high and low until she found a capable tutor. She is passionate about what she believes, yet has reached an amiable balance of enthusiasm and reserve. In her there lies the essence of good character with her honesty and generosity. If there is something to be done for the community or the church, there is rarely a flinch of hesitation before she adds it to a seemingly never-ending to-do list. One of the most important roles that my mom plays in my life is that of teacher and counselor. Unlike most teenagers, I study, eat, and sleep in very close proximity to my teacher. Although this may seem
downright unpleasant to some, my homeschooling experience has been a truly remarkable one. My mom has not only been my academic teacher, but also a teacher of "Life 101," something that could never be learned in a group of thirty students. I have been given a lasting and confident knowledge of myself as a person, and a moral code that serves as a firm basis to judge implications of actions. She has instilled in me a love of people as a whole, and has presented advice to me in an unthinkable amount and variety of situations. The kind of relationship that takes most people years to attain with their mothers is one that I already cherish. The depth of our understanding of each other could only have been developed through seventeen years of patient persistence and much time shared as teacher and student and mother and daughter. When academic lessons are over for the day, I often look forward to a cup of tea in the living room with mom to discuss the day's events, future plans, or even just to share a moment of silence after a busy day. Though we have had our share of disagreements, her decisions have never been presented in a "because I said so" manner, rather, however unpopular the decision is, it is always presented with clear, understandable reasons. She has taught me to realize that she is far from perfect, yet together we may live life more fully in the knowledge that we are helping each other to become better people through the constructive criticism of friendship. Thus, it is clear that the individual who has had the single highest degree of influence on me is my mother. In a world where teens consider their parents just another authority to rebel against, I realize that I could never be where I am today had it not been for the sacrifice and motivation of my mother. I will always respect the influence that she has had on my life, and will endeavor to take all that she has taught me as the inspiration to be all that I can be in the pursuit of my dreams .