Being a minister's daughter was always quite
interesting. I remember when I was growing up; my
peers would always apologize to me when they said
something wrong. Like I was a saint; it used to make
me so mad. I still see people looking at me from
across the mall and I know they that they know who I
am, but I sometimes don't know who they are and I
feel like I'm on a stage.
Although these things annoyed me a little, no one
could ask for a better father. He has a quiet way of
teaching right from wrong. He never yelled or raised
his voice to me, but he has a way of making you feel
guilty if you do something wrong. I recall one time
when I even sent myself to my room without dinner. I
don't remember what I did but I must have been very
disappointed in myself.
Growing up, he was always there when I needed him.
Like making it easier to read school schedules and
taping them to the insides of my books. No matter how
busy he was he always had time to help me with
schoolwork and other things. He was always, and still
is, the type of man who puts others before himself
and through his example taught me what being a true
Christian really means.