My pioneer is my father he has came through many hardships that many people have not seen. My dad when he was younger grew up with drinking. When he was ten his parents divorced like many other children’s parents did. He and his brother lived mostly with their mom and step-dad. They moved often but mostly lived in Evening Shade Arkansas. When he was a teenager he got involved with drugs and alcohol. When he was eighteen he met Sheila Reynolds, she was fifteen. When my Sheila was sixteen she became pregnant with me. When my father was a few days off from his twentieth birthday he was riding in the backseat of a black mustang convertible with the top down with his friend Dusty driving and one of dusty’s friend in the passenger seat. They were going pretty fast about a hundred or so when they went off the road and hit a tree. Dusty was killed instantly. The friend had leaned down to light a cigarette, the only time I will ever say a cigarette saved a life. The friend was jammed under the dashboard and only suffered back problems. My dad flew one hundred feet from the tree they hit breaking many bones shattering some others. My dad doesn’t remember much from then but he has what the police report says. He was found and taken to the children’s hospital where the doctors said he wouldn’t survive the night they told my nanna my dad’s mom that they would call her when he died there wasn’t much hope. After I was born I was taken to see my dad in the hospital my family told him that he had to get better that I needed a dad. Three weeks later my dad could walk. But then there was another problem fluid had built up around his spinal cord putting him in a wheelchair to stay. My dad has been through so much, and yet he still lives despite what the doctors thought, and he’s know fighting for Jesus however far his wheelchair takes him.