Johnniah and her father, John Mayes, who was named Father of the Year at the N.C. Fatherhood Conference
Johnniah, 14, lives in our Robeson multipurpose home, and she wrote the winning Father of the Year essay about her father, John Mayes. The essay contest was open statewide to 5th-9th grades, and Johnniah read her entry on June 20 at the N.C. Fatherhood Conference. Methodist Home for Children is a conference sponsor and organizer.
I appreciate my father because he took me in and raised me since I was 2 years old.
My father took me in when no one else wanted me. My father is a person I can go to when I need things and someone who teaches me right from wrong. He also means the world to me and is the only person I really need. My father is the one who provides food for me, put clothes on my back and a roof over my head. He also disciplines me when I need it, even though I get mad and hate it. However, I know this will help me in the end. He also encourages me when I am down. In the worst situations that have happened in our lives, he always put me first and keeps me under his wing. Other than God, he is the only man who has my heart. My father is the only person who encourages me to reach my goals and help me with my schoolwork. Because he has helped me to reach my goals, it resulted in bringing up my grades.
John and Angela Mayes with Johnniah and her siblings, Aryana and Trevan
Beginning when I was young, my father was the one who led me on the right path. He taught me not to care what others have to say about me but also to respect others, by the same token. Because of him, I am able to respect and take care for others. He was the one who taught me how to love and not hate. My father is the one who makes me laugh when I am sad. He wipes my tears when no one else was there. He took care of me when I was sick and would hold me through my pain. He had the magic touch that no one else had to take my pain away. My father’s eyes are the eyes that remind me to do my best and know if I make a mistake, he will still be there to hold my hand. Even though he is a man, my father taught me how to act like a lady, be a lady and how to treat others. My father was the one who told me I was pretty when I had low self-esteem. He is the one who buys me nice clothes and shoes. My father is the one who gives me the warmest and biggest hugs and the biggest smiles. I not only appreciate my father for making sure I have the finer things in life but for just being the great father he is.
Methodist Home for Children multipurpose homes serve court-involved youth, ages 11 through 17.
Honorable mention when to Christa and her father. William Riggins.
Personal Narrative: My Dad is My Hero
- Length: 407 words (1.2 double-spaced pages)
- Rating: Excellent
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
My dad is always happy to help. He always has time to assist me with whatever I need. Sometimes when I don't comprehend a certain thing on my homework, he works through the problem with me until I fully understand how to solve it myself. He is very inquisitive and is always showing me diverse ways to solve my problems If I have to do chores around the house, he is always the first one I call. He and I work together as a team and finish them. Also, I speak two languages, so it is a little hard when I am talking to my parents to not get the two mixed up. Luckily, my dad helps me by correcting me if I mispronounce a word or phrase and reminds every time I make that same mistake so it sticks in my head forever. That way when I'm talking to my grandparents or other family members, I know how to speak properly.
Soccer, basketball, baseball, football. Whichever sport you name, my dad is spectacular at. He is extremely athletic. When he was younger, he played a lot of different sports. Now he teaches me how to play them too. For example, every year at school we would have to play soccer, football, and softball with our class, and my dad would always help me practice. We would go to the park for hours and just practice. I would always have a blast! Since I have him, I am a lot more interested in sports.
My dad is just like one of my friends. The first reason why is because he and I are always joking around with each other. I can be myself completely with my dad. Although my dad may be an adult, he still likes to have a little fun from time to time. One of our favorite things to do is to play pranks on each other. It is hilarious! We usually play pranks on my mom when she's not expecting it. Another reason why my dad is just like one of my friends is because I can always count on him.
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Whenever I need him, he's there. If I need someone to pick me up from my friends house, he is always the first person that I call. I believe I will always see him as one of my friends.
As you can see, my dad is an extremely remarkable person. He is one of the many people that I care very deeply about. Helping me, playing sports with me, and being a great friend, my dad never disappoints. I appreciate everything he does for me.