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Share a pleasant memory about someone who made a mark in your life....

back in 99 I flew with dad to FL to buy a car and then drive to CA, since we knew it would be a long trip we made a mixed tape in which side A was all his old school music and side B. was my choice of music.... we annoyed the shit out of each other in that trip and sometimes used our sides of the tape as a bargaining tool, I absolutely hated his music, however now that he is gone there is this one song from the tape I learned to love and listening to it makes me teary....

Now y'all go ahead :)
 
I won it in a contest. My father took the trophy and broke it.

"It is just a thing. It means nothing. The winning is the glory and the reward."

It changed my outlook on material things.
 
My mom was a single parent for the first 9 years of my life, but my grandma lived with us so I guess you could reason we had a proper nuclear family. There were many instances with my granny which you could say affected me and made me the person I am today. But, the most comforting times had to be the hours she spent brushing my hair and scratching my back until I'd fall asleep.
 
I remember returning home from college one Friday evening when my dad told me, "your brother is in jail, and your dog got run over by a truck"
 
My father never gave compliments, but he did tell me that I was the best person he knew once. It meant a great deal to me because he knew some really good people. :)
 
I remember this one time when I told all you douche bags to STFU. Good Times right there nuggas.
 
I had an english teacher who helped me take my creative writing to the next level; I was already a very good student, but she said one thing that gave me the confidence to reach much higher. It was a simple compliment, given as I handed in the essay at the end of class; I was the very last one to hand it in, and thus the only one in the room. She told me she was glad I handed mine in last because that meant it was right on top of the pile, and it would save her having to shuffle through the pile like she previously had, because she loved my writing and always read my assignments first. She also put me on to John LeCarre, who became one of my alltime favorite authors. When I heard she died (cancer) a few years back, I actually got a bit choked up.
 
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