How do I begin to describe the first man I ever met? The one by whom all others are compared. I’m talking about my daddy. That’s what I have always called him; daddy. Not father or dad, but just simply daddy. When I was growing up he always seemed to be some large, impressive, intimidating figure. But peeking out somewhere beyond the tough exterior and stern expression, lie his sensitive side. The side he tried to hide.
As I write this I recognize that today is Father’s Day. And like so many years before, my family and I will come together to spend time with him and shower him with attention, presents and cards. I am blessed to still have my father here with me. And that’s exactly it; he has always been here with me and for me. He has always been a supporter, encourager, teacher, disciplinarian, and provider. How do you thank someone who has been so many things?
Of course, my father and I have not always seen eye to eye. We have had our disagreements and that is mainly because we are so much alike. But I have never; not one day of my life ever doubted that he loves me and cares for me. He has proven that to me simply by his presence. I have seen him grow and transform in so many ways over the years and I am proud of him. He has done so much with so little. He is the smartest man I know. I believe the most significant way to let someone know you love them is to listen to them. My father has taught me so many things over the years through his words and his actions and these ten points are just a few:
It doesn’t matter where you start its how you finish.
It takes more than book knowledge to be successful.
Never let anyone intimidate you.
Be yourself. No one can beat you being you.
Don’t run with the crowd. It’s great to be different.
Don’t run from your difficulties. They make you strong.
You’ll never be rich working for someone else.
Never hang around people who can’t solve your problems.
Take care of your responsibilities.
Help those less fortunate than yourself.
My father was never one to express his emotions. But then again he did. When he would ask me how my car was running, he was saying I love you. When he would lecture me, he was saying I love you. When he would not let me have my way, he was saying I love you. I thank you daddy for being a real man and doing right when it was much easier to do wrong. I thank you for being a constant presence in my life. I love you.
