A Helping Hand On a trip to play in a tournament in Chicago, my hockey team encountered some drunken gang members who chased us into our hotel. One of my teammates was punched in the eye and pushed into a bush. When we finally caught our breath, we told our fathers about the problem causing my father to rush down to the lobby. As he emerged from the elevator, seven men greeted him. Two of …showed first 75 words of 689 total…

…showed last 75 words of 689 total…much my Dad actually does for me. After working as much as he does to pay for all the things that I participate in he still took the time to be my hockey coach for ten years. I want to become a strong figure in my children’s lives like my father has been in mine. My mom always tells me, “Your just like your father.” Sometimes she even means it as a good thing.