Ode to My Hero, My Dad

Do you have that one family member that you would give your life for but at the same time would happily strangle? Or maybe that other one that never ceases to amaze you? And even another that you’ve known your entire life but suddenly realize that they have a side you’ve never seen? Well I have all three of those. My brothers (younger and older) can be…difficult? To put lightly…and I’m not a saint either. I guess on a range of 1-10 older sister awesomeness I’m a 3, maybe. But then there’s my dad. Where to begin? He’s one the most under-appreciated people I have ever known or heard of. He’s one of the guys in the background who you don’t usually see except for the occasional announcement but never complains or asks for more recognition; yet without him the whole show would fall apart.

While I’m dreaming of the days with no school he never stops trying to learn. I take every extra ounce of time to check facebook or run or look out the window while he listens to podcasts and reads the books he got for Christmas (it was all he asked for). It amazes me. My daddy is unfathomable. I told him he should write a book once and he laughed and said “about what?” I told him “anything”. His reply? He would never be able to decide. Or find the time…mostly because, well, he’s helping everyone else. He is my perfect example of self sacrifice and love of learning. I mean I might go out of my way to pick up a piece of trash, but dad would pick up the trash, go to throw it away, notice the garbage was dirty, clean the garbage, then load all the other trash up and take it to the dump. I mean seriously. He’s superman.

Some young people think he’s scary. And I suppose he is if you’re an idiot and do something stupid or rude (we all do sometimes) and he gets frustrated. But you can’t blame him, the man works nonstop. In my opinion, dad is one of the best people you could ever look up to. Other people have heroes that overcame something tragic or risked their life to save someone. My dad is a hero because he dies to himself, every single day of every week of every month of every year, so that he can help others. Am I saying he’s perfect? No. I know he’s not; only one ever was or will be. But he is incredible. I honor him more than any other man. I don’t understand how he can do what he does. If I could be 1/10th of the person my daddy is, I could be president. (; Ok maybe not…but there’s a thought, dad probably would make just about the best president ever (=