This I Believe

Samuel - Parkland, Florida
Entered on March 14, 2007
Age Group: Under 18

I believe in Believing. I think that in one’s life, all you need is to believe. I believe that

in everything that happens, all you should do is believe. I’ve found that

by believing steadfast and true, you can overcome any issue or make any

moment much better. Believing might by very general, and might confuse a

person or two, but it is this ability to believe, to trust and think things

true that can TURN things true, make trust always the truth, and make even the

most impossible things a reality.

I learned just a few months ago that my dad had gone through depression. He

stopped watching soccer matches on TV, he disliked drinking wine, his love for

good food ceased, and he became increasingly aggressive. Everyday, he would be

irritable and hard to talk to. He would wake the entire house very early, and

would get terribly mad with me about grades, friends, and math problems. I

would cower down in pure fear. I remember feeling so much hatred

against him, but I knew deep inside that he would change, and I believed he

would get better. And instead of hating him for what he made me feel, I

worked with him to change his attitude. Every day I’d be the sweetest I

could to my dad, giving him all my caring and do my best in everything to please him.

Several months later, my dad started getting very sick. He would get these

intense chest pains, sickness, and overall ill-feeling. He thought he had

heart problems and that he was going to die. Every day, like a sermon, my dad

would tell me to be ready to greet death with open arms, and to not be sad

when he died. And every night, I would cry thinking that this night would be

the night it happened. Several times we would go to the hospital, staying up

until 4am, waiting until my parents would come out of the emergency room. But

whenever results came in, they would always come back that he was fine. With

this, I began to finally lose my fear of death, embracing it openly, and

gained belief in my dad. I believe that my dad could get better, that he

wouldn’t be sad, or pressured. I believed in him, and his well being.

Now my dad is fine. He is taking medicines for things I don’t even know, but

he is better. He has found his patience, and is now a better person, not as

stressed out, and enjoys his soccer games and his fine dining. The anxiety over my father’s illness taught me many lessons.

I learned to believe in knowing yourself, being sure of whatever might happen, and not

backing down from facts. I believe in feeling real life, no sugars added. I

believe that with a little love, anything can happen.

I believe in Believing.