Role Model 

The three biggest role models if not the only ones I have in my life are, my father, my mother, and my brother. 

Yes, my immediate family. 

I cannot say enough about those three individuals. They have done so much for me in my life it is ridiculous. They have always been there for me no matter what the circumstance. From loaning me money, to carrying me through life when I nearly turned my back on it. 

I cannot even begin to thank them as much as I would like. 

My father knows me the best. He knows how I think, what I'm doing even without telling him, what I'm thinking, and what I love out of life. He has always known how to talk to me when I'm having a great day or having a terrible day. He has never failed to be the best father I could have ever imagined or asked for. I want to be my father when I grow up...there is no doubt about that, I love him. He's stood by me from start to this point, and hasn't let up once...nor will he ever. As long as either of us have a breath left in our bodies, he will be there everytime I turn around. He's been that way since I used to dance in front of the stereo in my diaper to when I'm typing this to you in my own place making a salaries worth of money. 

My mother has been through hell and back with me. She's seen me at my best, and at my ABSOLUTE worst. She has had to deal with more versions of me and my moods than father did (not to take anything from him at all). Sure my mother and I have fought far more than any other family members but it was because we were so different inside that we were trying to change the other. As I grew up we both began to really understand each other and I still put her through hell EVERYDAY in some way shape or form. Did I do it on purpose? HELL NO. That's just how crazy I used to be. I love my mom. No matter what though, my mother woke up the next day still there for me and willing to help me in any way that she could. 

My brother was a big part of my life when I was growing up. Our father (different mothers) made sure that we were treated equally and respectfully. My brother is 6 years older than me, but you'd never know when we're together. WE are the goofiest sons of bitches there are. My brother knew what I had gone through in school and life, because he'd been through it too. He was closer to understanding what I needed out of life and what not just because he was closer to that time frame than my parents. He didn't always know what to say to me, but he always knew how and when to be there for me no matter what. He could always put me in a good mood, and he's an absolutely incredible man. 

These three individuals I would give the shirt off my back for them at any point in time...because they would do the same for me...to say the least. They have been there for me through thick and thin...they've seen me cry, yell, scream, laugh, mope, shut up, hit, drum, run, potty, EVERYTHING! And they are still there today...right behind me with their arms open...just in case I fall. 

I love you mother. I love you father. I love you brother.