A Conversation with My Father

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Bailey 1 Hunter Bailey Professor Barbara Austin ENC 1102 12 February 2014

Character Builds You Character; a person’s moral values of honesty, courage, integrity, or values. While one person may look as an individual's character being built of what they wear, or where they live, who their parents are, or even what school they go to, all these are wrong. In the story “A Conversation with My Father” by Grace Paley, the narrator is telling an instance of when she visits her eighty­six­year­old father and tells him a story about a drug addicted mother and her son and how no matter what, an individual can turn their life around and make the best out of any situation or tragedy. While using the time to connect with her father in her final days, Paley uses the characters to tell a story on a morality of a person’s character that is reflected by their experiences in life. After reading this story, I completely agree with the daughters statement that, “... it’s not necessarily the end…” (Paley 417) The author adds at the end of the story that “Of course her son never came home again, she did change.” (Paley 417) This is the type of quote that I, as a person of believing “everything happens for a reason”, try to live by. The son in this story may have never came back home to his mother, she made the decision to pick herself up off the couch and make something of herself and her life. While people may think that just because a rough spot in someone’s life comes up, it is time to give up. That is totally wrong in every retrospect of life. On a person’s journey through life, one will experience many different scenarios and hardships

Bailey 2 that will take a toll on their ways of thinking and views. Waking up each day, that person will never know what will hit them on their daily routine. Whether it be a paper that is due by the end of the day, or a semi truck that wasn’t…...

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