Comm Speech Manuscript

My Father, Michael Roy Quintana Sr.
Some may say a great time to appreciate your father is on Father’s Day, some say the day of Thanksgiving or even on his birthday. Today is no special occasion but a day I want to share with you an amazing man of perseverance, a man of strength, a man of character, a man of motivation, a man who is fully alive in Christ and a man who loves his family more than anything in the world.
Today, I would like to introduce you to my father, Michael Roy Quintana Sr.
My father was born October 31, 1972 to Martha and Juan Quintana in New Mexico. Martha and Juan’s marriage did not last and was raised by his mother, Martha and step-father Ronny Lindsay.
In the duration of my father’s childhood he was a kid of mischief but also started to develop the hard working values he carries out today. One of the things he did as a child, with his brothers, would steal bikes and rebuild them to look even cooler than they did before. Not a proud moment for him now but cool that his mind worked so well in the rebuilding of such objects. He didn’t go grow up in the best home with his parents both addicted to drugs and alcohol and an abusive step-father to his mom. The lack of parenting led to his rebellious behavior growing up.
At the age of 12 my dad was introduced by his sister to her friend Alicia. Alicia thought of him as very annoying and hated the thought of being around him. My dad, however, started to grow on her a bit and it wasn’t very long until they started their “12 year old romantic” relationship.
These two had broken up several times between the age of 12 and 15 due to multiple reasons but mostly because of distance that would part them between moving to different states. This, however, wouldn’t be enough to break the love they shared. Mixed tapes of romantic loves songs, letters back and forth kept their love very much alive. My dad returned to her, an exciting moment in their lives for both of them. My dad would soon be informed t by his than girlfriend that they would be expecting a baby girl. My dad’s comfort to my mom’s indecisiveness whether she wanted to keep the baby or not was strong and brave telling her that he could see having a family with her wanted to have a family with her.
Though he had to leave during her pregnancy he fully intended on returning to be with her. He would call her and in the background he could hear the voices of my mom’s pessimistic aunts saying, “He isn’t coming back for you,” and other awful things. He assured her that he would return to her to be her spouse and father their child. And he did. He returned to Fort Collins, Colorado where his daughter Felan was born April 13, 1989.
After being married, September 2, 1990, they had three more children, Felicia, born November 27, 1991, Michael Jr., born April 9, 1993 and Marissa, born February 6, 1995.
He maintained a very strong work ethic. He did his all in a job. It caused him great discomfort to ever call in to work or to take days off. Work, to him, was a big thing because it would tend to the needs of his family.
It was in the late 1990s where my father’s appearance in our family started to fade. Like any person who had neglectful parents, a home without God and an early starting with children, my dad began to smoother in other places other than his on home. This was a dark time for him in which it created a deep hurt from his family. But even in this dark season my father continued to work to provide for his family.
For years since late in my childhood up to my 18th birthday my father and I had an incredibly broken relationship. Some days my father and I would scream at the top of our lungs to each other, we would say things that no father should say to his son and no son should say to his father. We lived many years under the same ruff in disharmony. A broken relationship, however, began to heal slowly when my dad started going to church with us again. At this point I began being humbled to the fact that I wasn’t the best kid to him and that I had a big part to play as to why our relationship had faded.
I look at my dad now and I see a man of such great character. My dad’s intentions were never to hurt his family but this was his best way to cope with the stress in his life. My dad came around and we all came around to him knowing that both wrongs don’t make a right.
My dad has lived in several places including New Mexico, Colorado, New York and Idaho and is very glad to call Kuna, Idaho home now. My dad has maintained several positions in his life working for; starting with Wendy’s with my mom, Les Schwab Tires, JR Simplot Potato Company, Jet Heating and Cooling, Window Wizard and now works full-time for the Kuna School district as a janitor. He is a member of Kuna Life Church, a diehard Denver Broncos and Boise State Broncos fan. He loves to karaoke on the weekends, barbecue on nice warm days and rock out to some good ol’ 80’s hair bands. He has been married to my mom now for 21 years but have been together for 26 years. He takes great pride in all his children and their accomplishments, with one daughter married, two kids in college and his youngest a junior in high school maintaining straight A’s since the fourth grade on her way to college soon. My dad looks to my mom with great love and admiration for her accomplishments. Although marriage hadn’t been easy for them before, I see my dad look at my mom in any occasion with a very strong love.
My dad is the strongest man I know. When I started working the first time, I thought to myself, “I want to have a work ethic like my dad.” At the beginning of spring my dad whips out the yard tools and aims to have the greenest, nicest lawn on the block, to this I think, “I want to have a yard like my dad’s.” I look at my dad now and what an amazing man of God he has become and an amazing, loving father and I think, “I want to be just like my dad when I have kids.”
Today may not be Father’s Day, his birthday, Thanksgiving or any other special occasion but I am glad I got to introduce you to my father, Michael Roy Quintana Jr. A man who I aim more to be like.

Comemmorative Speech Planning Sheet

Your name: MJ Quintana

Topic of your speech: My Dad, Michael Quintana Sr.

General purpose: inspire

Specific purpose statement: To commemorate my dad’s life and the great accomplishments he has made.

My specific purpose is to inspire my audience by praising __My Dad, Michael Quintana Sr.__

Introduction:
Attention step: “We have had lows. We have fought. We have ignored each other. We have completely stopped talking. We have regained trust. We have moved on. We have forgiven. We are best friends. We are father and son.”

Credibility step: We may have our stumbles in the past but our relationship is incredibly strong today.

Central idea: Today I am both glad and honored to present and praise to you, my father, Michael Roy Quintana Sr.

Preview: --

Main Points: I want to talk to you today about my father’s childhood, his teenage years and growing up to be a father and husband.