3 peps in my life

The first person I would like to talk about has to me my Old Coach, his name is Ernesto Diaz. Coach Ernesto was my coach at the age of 8 until I was 12. There was just something about him made him different from all the other coaches I had. He loved soccer and loved coaching; I have never mead anybody who was so passionate in coaching. One thing that I will always remember about Coach Ernesto is how much he made you feel love. He loved all of us like if we were his own kids and wanted only but the best. I can honestly say he thought me everything I know about playing soccer, whatever position he made you play, he made you feel like you where the best and had faith in you no matter what. I think about him every time I step on that field.

Next I would like to talk about a man who was treated me like family from day one, he also was my coach and his name is Juan Gutierrez. Juan is one of the people who I have the most respect for because he understands me and is a loving and caring man even if you haven’t known him for to long; he always makes you feel like if your right at home.  Juan is a very inspirational man to me and I very good man. I have known Juan for about 8 or 9 years and has always encouraged me to do my best in soccer and always knew I had potential. I can say that this man I consider him as a father figure and I hope to be like a son to him.

Lastly I would like to talk about the one man you I can say is the most important man in my life. He has thought me more than what I can ask for and has honestly made me the man I am today, his name is Moises Mora who is my grandfather. My grandfather is the wises, most respected and most loved person in my family and everybody what’s to be like my grandpa. He is the most funniest, carrying, outgoing, friendliest person I have ever been around. Growing up he use to call my older brother “his boy” and every time he would say that, I always thought I wish I can be grandpa’s boy some day. He was the person who I always tried to impress and tried to get his attention by any means necessary. Words can not explain how much I love him, I hope I have not let him down and hope he is proud of me.

"A Child called It"

“A child called it”, by Dave Pelzer; I sure some of you have heard of this book and maybe some of you haven’t. If you guy’s like true stories this is the book for you. This book is a great story about the author Dave who was beaten and treated cruel by his mother as a young kid forced to steal food at times and battled to survive his mom’s cruel punishments. “A child called it” changed my point of view in many things, life being one of them. I read this book when I was a sophomore in high school and I always seem to go back and think about this book. In beginning of the story it talk’s about his life and how perfect it was having his parents and brother there all the time. Until his father divorced his mother telling Dave that he will be the man of the house. With his father no longer there to defend his child, his mother took on violent and horrifying actions against her own son. He states that at times he would go weeks with out eating and would ditch elementary school and began stealing from super markets to satisfy his hunger. In one chapter his mom stab Dave in the stomach on “accident” you may say and was left in a bathroom with a bucket full of Clorox so he can breath all the ammonia from it. Dave have many encounters with life and death at such a young age that sadden me and keep me reading the book to see what would happen next. In the end his states now a grown man and with a family he states sits with his son looking at the sunset and says his not mad at this mom and forgives her. This made me think when I have kids, I will make sure to give them the best life. To always be there for them and to have fun and have them enjoy their child hood; at times I cant wait to be a dad.