Somebody a few weeks ago asked me who my "hero" is, and to that question I did not have a particular answer. I never really idolized or looked up to anybody else. After taking some time to think about the answer to that question the best answer I could come up with was my dad.
When my dad found out that hew as having a son I know that he was picturing what most soon to be fathers picture, which is the idea of his child scoring the winning touchdown and marrying the hottest girl in college. What my dad got on the other hand was a child who completed little league football sitting on the ground picking flowers and learned at a young age not to play with balls that were not attached.
Even though I am nothing what my dad wanted in a child he still loves me for who I am. Hearing others stories of rejection by their parents, and especially their fathers makes me feel lucky to have the dad / parents that I do. I am very lucky and thankful for what I have.