Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
The 1960’s; John F Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr., Kent State, Bob Dylan (the author of the above lyrics), The Beatles, Woodstock, and protests, protests, protests. Those are some of the first things that come to my mind when I think of the 1960’s and the turbulent time that it was. Now granted, being born in 1962 I don’t remember any of it. What I know about it came later as I discovered first the music, then later on in life, the politics of the day.
There has been a lot of upheaval of late regarding folks protesting the government, or perhaps more accurately, its policies. Much of the upheaval (as is more often than not the case anymore) is created by the media. Sometimes they create it by not giving the full story, sometimes they create it by not reporting a story that should be reported, and sometimes they just flat out lie.
Lately, much attention has been given to “protests” conducted by the “Tea Party Movement”. It’s brought out a lot of things; some good; some not so good.
Before I go any further, you should know something about me, because you’re likely going to wonder as you read my blog entry. I am “not” a member of the tea party movement. That doesn’t mean I won’t be in the future. I have been to one of the “protests” if you will. I went to one very early on, shortly after they first started. I was moved by it to be honest, all of the flags, just the idea of people getting involved and speaking out and doing it in a very peaceful way.
I started with the lyrics from a very famous song of the 1960’s. I think it fits, because the times, they sure are a changing. It’s kind of ironic. Who would have ever thought protesting would become this common again and that it would be done by those who are more right, or at the very least, centrist in their political views.
One thing the media is not doing is giving us any idea that there is diversity in these groups. They are in no way shape or form driven by the Republican Party. There are Democrats, Republicans, (many of whom were very upset with the some policies of George W. Bush) Libertarians’ and those like myself, Independents. It also isn’t a bunch of crew cut white collar business men in suits. There are businessmen, wives and mothers, farmers, manual labor types, and more. I recently posted a video on Facebook that contained interviews of black citizens at the Washington D.C rally. I don’t know how some of you define diversity but when I see a black lady look into the camera and say she doesn’t understand why people of her race blindly follow the Democratic Party when they have done nothing for them in 40 years, well that tells me the country is getting very diverse (in a good way). I appreciated a black gentlemen who said he wasn’t a Tea Party member but shared many of their concerns and was getting tired of the left constantly using race bating to stir up division. He went on to say he traveled in many circles politically, with both whites and blacks. I personally think that’s the majority of America as opposed to the entitlement groups (black and white).
But alas, we have the other side of the coin. The ones, who stir up trouble, make outlandish statements and get everyone worked up. Janeane Garofalo point blank said in an interview that attendance at one of the events was about “hating a black man in the White House, racism straight up. I guess if she saw the very diverse colors in my family she would accuse me of setting that up to deflect the reality of my deep hatred for the black race.
Regardless of whether you support the views of most Tea Party goers; you need to pay very close attention to what’s going on with the criticism of these events; because you’re not immune. Just a couple of days ago, a group protesting the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy that the military has taken where the gay community is concerned was actually forced to remove itself from Liberty Park, a very popular location for folks to gather and protest against their president and his policies (all past presidents included). I can’t sit here and claim that their removal was orchestrated by the President or his staff, but it’s something that rarely happens and shouldn’t as long as the protest is peaceful and no laws are being broken (the few that handcuffed themselves to the White House gate were probably guilty of trespassing so I had no problem with their removal). True lovers of free speech, of the 1st amendment, realize how important it is to defend that principle, even if the group speaking has views quite different than your own. That is why I was and still am deeply concerned about how that was all handled. It didn’t surprise me that it got virtually no attention from the media, at least it hasn’t up to the point and time of this blog entry
This is a perfect example of an issue that all freedom loving people should come together on; Republican and Democrat, conservative and liberal. Instead, we fall for the media tricks, believe every rumored event that was supposed to have occurred at a particular event and tear each other apart. Free speech has and will always mean you have to defend a person’s right to speak on an issue, even if you detest what he or she is speaking about. If you start wanting to shut others down, look behind you because in this very politically correct society, you will be next.
“The times, they are a changin”, but are they changing for the good? Hope and change just may be in the eye of the beholder.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
An Introduction
I guess it’s obvious our society has come a long way. There have been so many advances in so many fields; important ones like
science and medicine. We can communicate so much quicker and easier with the advent of the internet. It can all boggle the mind.
However, I find that in a lot ways I’m old fashioned. I sometimes wish things were “the way they used to be.” That isn’t necessarily a reference to when I was young. Sometimes, I long for days I never experienced, times that existed before I was even born.
Oh, I realize everything is never all sunshine and lemonade know matter what the decade. There were things about the 50’s and 60’s that I think were great, but at the same time, there were elements of those days that I detest. My generation was, well, it was the 70’s, and how can disco and roller skating not be great, huh?
I think one of the things I wish was still common was the habit of families gathering around the dinner table every night (or almost every night) and eating together, talking about their lives, cares, concerns and issues of the day. There are likely some families out there that still do that but my family doesn’t. We talk, but typically, the TV is on and we are distracted by that and other things. I’m not saying it’s wrong to eat in front of the TV but sometimes, in my opinion anyway, there are things we should talk about in more detail than we typically do; things going on in the world and such. There really isn’t any reason families can’t do that more often, but it takes planning I guess. It can be difficult with both parents working. Who picks up the baby? Who is making dinner or is one of us just picking something up and bringing it home? Add to that, jobs that aren’t just 8 hours a day, the pursuit of educational goals, and well, its not as easy as it sounds. However, maybe we need to find a way.
I’m calling my blog the Dinner Table, based on the above quote from Ronald Reagan. I’m starting this blog for two reasons. 1) I need to for my own sanity. There is so much going on in this country right now that I feel I have a lot bottled up inside of me. Getting it out might just lighten my anxiety. 2) I want this to be a place where people can talk. I mean really talk. I want it to be more than a place to state your position on a certain issue; I hope that you will share why you feel the way you do. Is your position or conviction the result of a life experience, the way you were raised, etc? I realize that doesn’t mean all of us will agree, but if we know a little bit about what makes each other tick, wont we be able to respect each other; at least a little? If we can do that, we will be miles ahead of our “leaders” in Washington D.C. I am conservative, but I have friends and family who are liberal. I probably don’t have to tell you we have our disagreements. In some cases, those disagreements are quite strong. But those very same people are people I love or care about a great deal and I would do anything for them. Isn’t that the way it should be? I find that respect comes a lot easier if we are honest in our approach with one another and we truly take the time to get to know one another. Perhaps the more we get to know each other, we might be more inclined to really listen to each other and maybe even find some common ground. But in the end, if we still disagree; and even if we disagree strongly, we can hopefully understand each other better. They used to do that in Washington. President Reagan and then Speaker of the House Tip O’Neil, were strong political rivals, but by most accounts I’ve read, were also friends, good friends.
Everyone has heard “never discuss politics and religion”. If that is your view, you might not like this blog. However, don’t run off. Not every entry is going to involve either of those two topics. There are times I actually don’t even like discussing them (like at family gatherings). Sometimes I will just share something that I feel moved me, and might bring you encouragement or cause you to think. That was the motivation behind my first entry “A Ride with Dad.” Anything is fair game really; sports, entertainment, etc. I do plan to be light hearted at times. However, for the purposes of this family gathering, (and aren’t we all in a sense family, we who share this country together) politics and some aspects of religion are okay topics.
I need to make one comment regarding religion. I am talking about religion in a “general sense”. For example, religion, or churches if you will, has come up in recent conversations surrounding the health care bill. What position should the church take, especially if it’s believed the poor will benefit from the bill? There has also been of late a huge movement with some religious groups advocating “social justice”. It’s reached the point where some advocates suggest if you disagree with the need for social justice, you’re not even a Christian. Well, what does social justice really mean, and what position does a Christian or any other religious person need to take with regard to that issue? What role did religion play in the lives of the founding fathers? Those are examples of “religion” that are appropriate for this blog. This blog is in no way shape or form a place to discuss deep theological differences that sometimes exist among different denominations. I’m not saying that isn’t an important topic, but that’s not the intent of this blog. By the way, if your agnostic or atheist, your welcome here as well.
A few more rules (hey, it’s my blog! ). I’m not naïve. I realize political discussions can get tense. If you don’t know me already, you will in the near future (if you visit here from time to time) and realize that I am typically what people call conservative. That being the case, this blog should be viewed similar to how a commentator is viewed. What I mean is, it’s my show in effect, but all opinions are welcome and actually encouraged. Just because I’m the host and I’m conservative, doesnt mean you won’t have a voice here, trust me, you will. In fact, I can’t stop you from having a voice because this isn’t a TV show where I can cut you off and go to a commercial break. The words you share will be here for all to read. As far as debating, some of that will go on. I might respond to feedback that I get which I don’t agree with, but I won’t keep going back and forth, over and over, on a particular issue. Our words will be there for all to see, and we can reflect on them at any time.
I have one final request. The blog is designed for adults; however, if one of my younger children wanted to read something I wrote, I want them to feel they can visit. Therefore, I would respectfully ask that you please avoid abusive or foul language. I readily admit, politics gets me worked up, but resorting to foul language serves no purpose. Remember, this is about trying to be a family and showing respect for one another. So, don’t give me a reason to get all worked up, I generally manage to do that on my own .
So, there you have it. I hope you come by often, and always feel free to stay and sit awhile at “The Dinner Table”.
science and medicine. We can communicate so much quicker and easier with the advent of the internet. It can all boggle the mind.
However, I find that in a lot ways I’m old fashioned. I sometimes wish things were “the way they used to be.” That isn’t necessarily a reference to when I was young. Sometimes, I long for days I never experienced, times that existed before I was even born.
Oh, I realize everything is never all sunshine and lemonade know matter what the decade. There were things about the 50’s and 60’s that I think were great, but at the same time, there were elements of those days that I detest. My generation was, well, it was the 70’s, and how can disco and roller skating not be great, huh?
I think one of the things I wish was still common was the habit of families gathering around the dinner table every night (or almost every night) and eating together, talking about their lives, cares, concerns and issues of the day. There are likely some families out there that still do that but my family doesn’t. We talk, but typically, the TV is on and we are distracted by that and other things. I’m not saying it’s wrong to eat in front of the TV but sometimes, in my opinion anyway, there are things we should talk about in more detail than we typically do; things going on in the world and such. There really isn’t any reason families can’t do that more often, but it takes planning I guess. It can be difficult with both parents working. Who picks up the baby? Who is making dinner or is one of us just picking something up and bringing it home? Add to that, jobs that aren’t just 8 hours a day, the pursuit of educational goals, and well, its not as easy as it sounds. However, maybe we need to find a way.
I’m calling my blog the Dinner Table, based on the above quote from Ronald Reagan. I’m starting this blog for two reasons. 1) I need to for my own sanity. There is so much going on in this country right now that I feel I have a lot bottled up inside of me. Getting it out might just lighten my anxiety. 2) I want this to be a place where people can talk. I mean really talk. I want it to be more than a place to state your position on a certain issue; I hope that you will share why you feel the way you do. Is your position or conviction the result of a life experience, the way you were raised, etc? I realize that doesn’t mean all of us will agree, but if we know a little bit about what makes each other tick, wont we be able to respect each other; at least a little? If we can do that, we will be miles ahead of our “leaders” in Washington D.C. I am conservative, but I have friends and family who are liberal. I probably don’t have to tell you we have our disagreements. In some cases, those disagreements are quite strong. But those very same people are people I love or care about a great deal and I would do anything for them. Isn’t that the way it should be? I find that respect comes a lot easier if we are honest in our approach with one another and we truly take the time to get to know one another. Perhaps the more we get to know each other, we might be more inclined to really listen to each other and maybe even find some common ground. But in the end, if we still disagree; and even if we disagree strongly, we can hopefully understand each other better. They used to do that in Washington. President Reagan and then Speaker of the House Tip O’Neil, were strong political rivals, but by most accounts I’ve read, were also friends, good friends.
Everyone has heard “never discuss politics and religion”. If that is your view, you might not like this blog. However, don’t run off. Not every entry is going to involve either of those two topics. There are times I actually don’t even like discussing them (like at family gatherings). Sometimes I will just share something that I feel moved me, and might bring you encouragement or cause you to think. That was the motivation behind my first entry “A Ride with Dad.” Anything is fair game really; sports, entertainment, etc. I do plan to be light hearted at times. However, for the purposes of this family gathering, (and aren’t we all in a sense family, we who share this country together) politics and some aspects of religion are okay topics.
I need to make one comment regarding religion. I am talking about religion in a “general sense”. For example, religion, or churches if you will, has come up in recent conversations surrounding the health care bill. What position should the church take, especially if it’s believed the poor will benefit from the bill? There has also been of late a huge movement with some religious groups advocating “social justice”. It’s reached the point where some advocates suggest if you disagree with the need for social justice, you’re not even a Christian. Well, what does social justice really mean, and what position does a Christian or any other religious person need to take with regard to that issue? What role did religion play in the lives of the founding fathers? Those are examples of “religion” that are appropriate for this blog. This blog is in no way shape or form a place to discuss deep theological differences that sometimes exist among different denominations. I’m not saying that isn’t an important topic, but that’s not the intent of this blog. By the way, if your agnostic or atheist, your welcome here as well.
A few more rules (hey, it’s my blog! ). I’m not naïve. I realize political discussions can get tense. If you don’t know me already, you will in the near future (if you visit here from time to time) and realize that I am typically what people call conservative. That being the case, this blog should be viewed similar to how a commentator is viewed. What I mean is, it’s my show in effect, but all opinions are welcome and actually encouraged. Just because I’m the host and I’m conservative, doesnt mean you won’t have a voice here, trust me, you will. In fact, I can’t stop you from having a voice because this isn’t a TV show where I can cut you off and go to a commercial break. The words you share will be here for all to read. As far as debating, some of that will go on. I might respond to feedback that I get which I don’t agree with, but I won’t keep going back and forth, over and over, on a particular issue. Our words will be there for all to see, and we can reflect on them at any time.
I have one final request. The blog is designed for adults; however, if one of my younger children wanted to read something I wrote, I want them to feel they can visit. Therefore, I would respectfully ask that you please avoid abusive or foul language. I readily admit, politics gets me worked up, but resorting to foul language serves no purpose. Remember, this is about trying to be a family and showing respect for one another. So, don’t give me a reason to get all worked up, I generally manage to do that on my own .
So, there you have it. I hope you come by often, and always feel free to stay and sit awhile at “The Dinner Table”.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
A Ride With Dad
I intended to make my first blog entry be an introduction, a vision of what I wanted the blog to be about, lay down some groundwork, etc. However, that changed when I had the opportunity to spend some time with my parents over the weekend. I have to get something off my chest, so the introductory blog will wait.
This weekend, I had the opportunity to spend some time with my mother, father, and brother while we drove to southern Indiana to attend the 80th birthday party for my Aunt Carolyn. My dad and I sat in the front seat driving down and coming home.
There is just something about my dad’s generation, something I respect so much. I suppose everyone is somewhat partial to their own generation and the memories it creates, but not me. When I compare my own days of youth, with those of my dad’s, I’m simply humbled. It’s not so much because it was the WW II generation (though that in and of itself is worthy of much admiration), but because it’s, for lack of a better way of putting it, the overall selfless worth ethic so many people my dad’s age had.
My dad had worked about 4 jobs by the time he was 17, not including helping out around the farm. He shared this with me on the way back home after the birthday party when I could tell he was in a very sentimental mood. Some of the stories I’ve heard before, but I didn’t care; he could tell them to me everyday for all I care because I know someday I won’t have him and I will long for him to be here to tell me those stories again.
I enjoyed the conversation, though he did most of the talking. But, as much as I enjoyed it, there was one aspect of it that was sad and bewildering. My dad said the worst thing about being old (my dad will be 83 in June) was he feels like when he says something, especially in the way of offering advice, people tend to discount what he says due to his age and his lack of education. I believe he truly feels inadequate and viewed by some as useless; I believe he even used the word stupid. This comment bothered me greatly, especially when I have to admit I have probably done it in the past as well. Although unintentional and never going so far as to view him as useless or stupid, I fear I’ve “blown him off” before. I think every son or daughter goes through the “my dad is too old to get it, he doesn’t understand what it’s like to grow up in these times, etc.” stage. I don’t want to get off track, but since I’m 47 and have four kids, let me just say quickly, if you’re young and you feel this way, you’re wrong. I know this is true because I know how often I have been convinced my parents just didn’t understand only to find out later in life they were dead on correct.
I have always known my dad quit school his freshman year of high school. I had the understanding he did so because he was needed by my grandfather to help work the farm; however, this was only part of the truth. My dad wasn’t specific, but he said there was a day when someone or a group of people said something to him that made him feel dumb. He walked home that day and never returned to school again. He worked the farm and several other jobs before joining the Navy.
He didn’t say this to me directly, but to this day, I think my dad still feels inadequate, unneeded, and lacking intelligence. Some of it is from his inner feelings; some of it comes from personal experiences; some of it he told me about; none of which are necessary to go into.
Education is important, it’s vitally important, but it’s not a god, it doesn’t make us gods. I might also suggest, sometimes, it doesn’t even make us smart. Some of the most insecure, empty people I have ever known, spent years in higher education, have all the letters behind their names, yet couldn’t think or reason themselves out of a paper bag. They couldn’t feel or relate to people and their life experiences. Oh, they might be experts in their chosen profession, but in life, parenting, common social responsibilities, and interactions, they were extremely lacking in, dare I say it, “education.”
Don’t get confused by what I’m saying, education is very important, get as much of it as you can, but don’t let it grow into an arrogance that keeps you from growing and learning from those who society might view as a little “less smart” than you are.
In my opinion, my dad was educated. He was educated in ways many of us are not and I think it shows in the different generations. All too often I hear college kids talk about how much they expect to make after getting their degrees and the figure borders on the absurd, especially when you find out they have worked hardly a day in their lives and their parents have pretty much provided them everything. Now, I’m making general statements here, I know full well there are good, hard-working kids out there. But, I believe very few kids, including this writer (although not a kid), admit they have not had the same work ethic of their fathers.
I guess my dad has worked out things in his own mind the best he could. He just made the decision to grow up as best he could, work hard and provide for his family, which included a rock of a wife and four children. He tells one of my favorite stories that I kind of think might be the day he “became a man” of sorts. He was up early, out working on a tractor I believe. My grandfather came out and looked over his shoulder and began to say, “Did you make sure to do this, do that, etc.” Well, my dad had been doing this type of work for some time and he finally had had enough. He looked at my grandfather and said in effect, “Dad, I know what I’m doing. Why don’t you just get out of my way, go into town, and have breakfast with your buddies or something.” My grandfather paused, looked at my dad, and said, “You know son, I believe I will.” I think my dad became a man that day, and my grandfather, who was not an affectionate man at all, was telling my dad, son, you do in fact, know what you’re doing.
Now, I can go on and tell you of times my dad worked three jobs to support a wife and three kids, how he was so exhausted at times, he (thanks to a very understanding boss) had to take naps at one of those jobs when they weren’t busy because he was so exhausted from his other jobs. By the way, I don’t remember my dad ever complaining or pulling us aside and telling us we didn’t appreciate his efforts, even though back then, as kids, I doubt we did. He just kept doing what he knew to be the right thing to do.
My dad’s life has taught me to work hard and to never give up. It has taught me at any time, a man can change his ways and be a better man. My dad used to be just like his dad, very unaffectionate. He never allowed faith to have much of an influence in his life until he was in his 50s. Most people, by that time, seem set in their ways. I always admired his willingness to look in the mirror and make changes in his life despite his age. I admire that, because it’s so tough to change when you’re older and have been living a certain way. To this day, when I see him, there is now almost always a hug, and sometimes, an “I love you.” Oh, he isn’t perfect, not by a long shot. But he is my dad; I love him; I respect him, and I think he’s pretty darn smart.
This weekend, I had the opportunity to spend some time with my mother, father, and brother while we drove to southern Indiana to attend the 80th birthday party for my Aunt Carolyn. My dad and I sat in the front seat driving down and coming home.
There is just something about my dad’s generation, something I respect so much. I suppose everyone is somewhat partial to their own generation and the memories it creates, but not me. When I compare my own days of youth, with those of my dad’s, I’m simply humbled. It’s not so much because it was the WW II generation (though that in and of itself is worthy of much admiration), but because it’s, for lack of a better way of putting it, the overall selfless worth ethic so many people my dad’s age had.
My dad had worked about 4 jobs by the time he was 17, not including helping out around the farm. He shared this with me on the way back home after the birthday party when I could tell he was in a very sentimental mood. Some of the stories I’ve heard before, but I didn’t care; he could tell them to me everyday for all I care because I know someday I won’t have him and I will long for him to be here to tell me those stories again.
I enjoyed the conversation, though he did most of the talking. But, as much as I enjoyed it, there was one aspect of it that was sad and bewildering. My dad said the worst thing about being old (my dad will be 83 in June) was he feels like when he says something, especially in the way of offering advice, people tend to discount what he says due to his age and his lack of education. I believe he truly feels inadequate and viewed by some as useless; I believe he even used the word stupid. This comment bothered me greatly, especially when I have to admit I have probably done it in the past as well. Although unintentional and never going so far as to view him as useless or stupid, I fear I’ve “blown him off” before. I think every son or daughter goes through the “my dad is too old to get it, he doesn’t understand what it’s like to grow up in these times, etc.” stage. I don’t want to get off track, but since I’m 47 and have four kids, let me just say quickly, if you’re young and you feel this way, you’re wrong. I know this is true because I know how often I have been convinced my parents just didn’t understand only to find out later in life they were dead on correct.
I have always known my dad quit school his freshman year of high school. I had the understanding he did so because he was needed by my grandfather to help work the farm; however, this was only part of the truth. My dad wasn’t specific, but he said there was a day when someone or a group of people said something to him that made him feel dumb. He walked home that day and never returned to school again. He worked the farm and several other jobs before joining the Navy.
He didn’t say this to me directly, but to this day, I think my dad still feels inadequate, unneeded, and lacking intelligence. Some of it is from his inner feelings; some of it comes from personal experiences; some of it he told me about; none of which are necessary to go into.
Education is important, it’s vitally important, but it’s not a god, it doesn’t make us gods. I might also suggest, sometimes, it doesn’t even make us smart. Some of the most insecure, empty people I have ever known, spent years in higher education, have all the letters behind their names, yet couldn’t think or reason themselves out of a paper bag. They couldn’t feel or relate to people and their life experiences. Oh, they might be experts in their chosen profession, but in life, parenting, common social responsibilities, and interactions, they were extremely lacking in, dare I say it, “education.”
Don’t get confused by what I’m saying, education is very important, get as much of it as you can, but don’t let it grow into an arrogance that keeps you from growing and learning from those who society might view as a little “less smart” than you are.
In my opinion, my dad was educated. He was educated in ways many of us are not and I think it shows in the different generations. All too often I hear college kids talk about how much they expect to make after getting their degrees and the figure borders on the absurd, especially when you find out they have worked hardly a day in their lives and their parents have pretty much provided them everything. Now, I’m making general statements here, I know full well there are good, hard-working kids out there. But, I believe very few kids, including this writer (although not a kid), admit they have not had the same work ethic of their fathers.
I guess my dad has worked out things in his own mind the best he could. He just made the decision to grow up as best he could, work hard and provide for his family, which included a rock of a wife and four children. He tells one of my favorite stories that I kind of think might be the day he “became a man” of sorts. He was up early, out working on a tractor I believe. My grandfather came out and looked over his shoulder and began to say, “Did you make sure to do this, do that, etc.” Well, my dad had been doing this type of work for some time and he finally had had enough. He looked at my grandfather and said in effect, “Dad, I know what I’m doing. Why don’t you just get out of my way, go into town, and have breakfast with your buddies or something.” My grandfather paused, looked at my dad, and said, “You know son, I believe I will.” I think my dad became a man that day, and my grandfather, who was not an affectionate man at all, was telling my dad, son, you do in fact, know what you’re doing.
Now, I can go on and tell you of times my dad worked three jobs to support a wife and three kids, how he was so exhausted at times, he (thanks to a very understanding boss) had to take naps at one of those jobs when they weren’t busy because he was so exhausted from his other jobs. By the way, I don’t remember my dad ever complaining or pulling us aside and telling us we didn’t appreciate his efforts, even though back then, as kids, I doubt we did. He just kept doing what he knew to be the right thing to do.
My dad’s life has taught me to work hard and to never give up. It has taught me at any time, a man can change his ways and be a better man. My dad used to be just like his dad, very unaffectionate. He never allowed faith to have much of an influence in his life until he was in his 50s. Most people, by that time, seem set in their ways. I always admired his willingness to look in the mirror and make changes in his life despite his age. I admire that, because it’s so tough to change when you’re older and have been living a certain way. To this day, when I see him, there is now almost always a hug, and sometimes, an “I love you.” Oh, he isn’t perfect, not by a long shot. But he is my dad; I love him; I respect him, and I think he’s pretty darn smart.
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