My brother, sisters and I were taught to work hard and care for others by our parents. We were told the difference between right and wrong. For the most part we were raised to be religious. Manners were very important and we were told all you needed in life was love and that would bring you happiness.
Although we were told to work hard my father had a job only half of my childhood. My mother told us not to drink and drive but my father had three DUIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. We were told to treat everyone the same, but every race and religion had its own derogatory slang word. Dating someone who was not Ã¢â‚¬Å“whiteÃ¢â‚¬Â would not have been acceptable in my family. Education was never pushed on us and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember my parents ever asking if we had homework. I also donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember being told that you could do whatever you wanted in life and to accomplish it all you had to do was apply yourself. Maybe this is because neither of my parents had an education. My father completed his junior year and then dropped out where as my mother at least had her high school diploma.
Sitting around the kitchen table or standing around with family members was not unusual for a family get together. This is where I learned most of what was right and wrong. This is were where I would listen to relatives and learned that what my parents showed us as an example was wrong. I learned that in life love wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t all you needed for happiness, you also needed money. Something we did not have growing up in my house.
As I grew up, the outside world played huge part of who I am today. I know that just because you may not be Ã¢â‚¬Å“whiteÃ¢â‚¬Â we are...