My Anything Essay

The subject I choose to write about for the 500 word anything essay is about how I changed my life over the last year and the people who helped me get here.First off last year and before that I had the mentality and attitude of a thug. I may not have always shown that I was a gangster but better believe If someone looked at me wrong or said something I let them know exactly who I and what I was. The reason I think I became a thug is because my step dad. When I was only three years old my mother met my step dad and everything was perfect at first. As young as I was I thought my step dad was my real dad never knowing the truth that he wasn’t and that my real dad was some thug drug dealer and my mom left him because of what he was and didn’t know he was like that until she was pregnant with me. Anyway when I was about seven my mom and step dad finally got married and that when things changed. My step dad had this anger this anger I had not seen before or never realized before. When he would get mad he would punch the walls making holes in it and would yell and curse. My mother would always have to call the police and they would make sure he was calm before we went back home. When my step dad would get mad I can remember I would hide in my closet or under the pool table until it was over. I would put my mind somewhere else and pretend that I was doing other things. I was confused though because my step dad was a really fun person always made me laugh and was nice and caring but when he would get made all the good things about him seemed to escape only leaving this hate and anger behind. I loved my step dad he was awesome I just didn’t understand him when he was mad he was a different person. When I was about ten my mom had enough of his anger and divorced him. The divorce really hurt me alot but I got over it because I would go with my step dad every weekend and would have a blast. We went fishing, hunting and did alot of stuff it was awesome. Then after awhile he stopped coming to pick me up on the weekends always making excuses. Then finally he got me one weekend we were at his house just hanging out and he got mad all of a sudden I asked him what was wrong. He said he just got off the phone with my mom and I asked what had happened. He told me that the reason he hasn’t been around lately is because I looked too much like my mom and couldn’t stand to see me. In my head I was like that’s it because I look like my mom and since you hate her I have too suffer. I started crying and he started yelling at me telling me to be quiet. I kept crying. All of a sudden he is in my face yelling at me to stop crying and when I wouldn’t he struck me in my chest and then again in my arm. I stopped crying right away. He told me next time I tell you to do something you better do it. He left the room and went outside. I ran to my room in shock thinking to myself did that just really happen? Did he really just hit me? Who is this man and what did he do with my father? I let it go and when I went back with my mom I didn’t say a word. Months passed and not a phone call or nothing from my dad. Then one day I hear my mom arguing with someone on the phone. I ran to my brother’s room and picked up the other phone to listen on the call. It was my step dad and he was yelling at my mom. I heard my mom say, you need to spend time with him you can’t do this to him". And then I heard the words I still have not forgotten till this day my step dad said, “Why should I take care of something that’s not mine!” I put the phone down imieditly and ran to my mom and said I was listening to the call and asked her what he meant. She hung up the phone took a deep breath and told me that he was not my real dad. She said my real dad was a bad person a drug dealer. My heart dropped and I ran to my room and started crying all this bad stuff was happening to me and I did not know how to handle it. Then at school there were other kids that were going through the same stuff I was going threw kind and those kids understood me those kids were gangsters and thugs. I thought since our lives were somewhat similar that that’s what I was supposed to me like them. So I started being like them and it felt good being a thug not caring about anything so I could not get hurt again. I decided that if I never got close to any one or trust anyone again then I would never have that pain in my heart. Well I soon learned after becoming a thug it was not easy I did not know the responsibilities it had. I was getting in fights with other kids because of the kids I hung out with they told me I had to defend my so called family and our hood. At first it was cool i guess but then as I got older it only got worse and I had to make a decision before it got out of hand. My oldest brother Richard saw what I was becoming and snapped me out of it and told me that I would be nothing in this world if I was a gangster and that he and the rest of my family would neglect me. Thanks to my brother I now don’t want to be a thug not that I was a big time one any way but still i was one. I couldn’t do that to my mother after all she has been threw I couldn’t hurt her. So I’m thankful to my brother because I completely changed and my life is better than ever. I have awesome friends that helped me also even know they don’t know it they did alot. Dante my oldest nephew thanks bro I want to be a good role model for you and we have been through hell and back but you never left my side thanks homie. My homie "Buck" bro we have done alot of crazy shit together and you’re like a brother to me you know I got your back till the end homie and I just want to say thank because you really helped me. My family of course My mom, Jessica, Richard, Erica, Toni. The people at school that have helped me are Jasmine April Munoz thank you soo much you may not know but you have impacted my life alot this school year I’m so thankful for you and for your friendship can’t wait till we are in college together I hope I know you for the rest of my life because your such an awesome person and fun to be around and thanks for the dancing lessons ha ha.