A Father's Love

I turned in my first draft last Friday. I know I said I would post it when I get it back.
But I know some people are waiting to read it so I am posting what was turned in

Now I was told that whenever you are writing a script always write it as a story first. That way you don't stray away from the story you want to tell

Enough writing about it here it is




The first five years of my life were happy. My mom and dad shared their love with me. We laughed we cried we surfed and spent time as a family. Then something terrible happened. Well terrible in the eyes of a five year old my mom and dad divorced.

That is when the relationship with my dad went downhill. I very rarely saw him and when I did he never shared the same love again. At the time I didn’t know that. I was infatuated with my dad like every young child and through that infatuation I was blind to the truth. Then my dad remarried. That event took my father’s love away from me what was left of it anyway. For nine years I did not see or even hear one word from him. During this time I wondered what I did to make him leave my life. Leaving mom and me to fend for ourselves. I should say it was my mom that took care of us, but I’ll leave that for another story.

After nine years I received a call from him. He was asking me to come for a visit. Still in the gullibility of my youth I said yes. During this visit I had found out that he had divorced again and that he wanted to have a relationship with me. Eventually I moved in with him. During this time a seed was planted by friends who were part of a local church. Things were great or so I thought. He eventually met someone new and started a relationship with her. Suddenly I found myself alone more and more. To the point where I was home alone for weeks at a time. Fed up with living in an apartment all alone at the age of sixteen I called my mom. Now I was back with my mom and my new step-dad.

For the time between that day and going to basic training where miserable for me. We where attending a Catholic church. My step-dad and I were arguing all the time. School was extremely tiresome having to make up credits that I was short. No friends so I was at home all the time. Then finally I graduated, started working, and eventually left for basic. I served my time then came back home.

The first Sunday back I decided I was going to go to Calvary Chapel. Instead of the catholic church my folks were going to. After about three weeks God put it on my heart to rededicate my life to him and I did. Throughout my life I had felt that my life was empty without my dad. So God told me that I am your Father in heaven. I have always loved you more then any person and will always love you the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He also said that He had already given me a father here on earth and he loved and cared for me more then my real dad. Since that day I have been grateful for the love and support my step-dad has given me. We are close friends. We still have our disagreements, but in the end his is still who I consider as my dad!!!