My Dad

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Never have I called him Father, it’s either Dad or Pops. He taught me all the most important lessons of my life; question everything especially authority, defend the weak and be accepting of everyone. Plus, he always put up with my crazy penchant or bringing cats home. From that first cat I found on some railway tracks when I was just a wee lad, he’s never turned away a cat whether I saved it from uncertain death or simply because it followed me home.

There is probably no way that my Dad and I will ever truly understand one another, but it does not matter. I don’t need to understand him to know that he is a good man and the most important one I will ever encounter during my travels on this tiny rock whizzing through the void of space. If it were not for him, I would most likely be dead right now. That is not an exaggeration, either.

I may not be a chip off the ol’ block, but that is because my Dad taught me how to build my own block instead of copying his. Though he was always a little disappointed I was not into sports (unless you count martial arts as a sport, which I do not) he always supported my other interests. If it were not for that, I never would have been able to build up my repertoire of skills and abilities. Heck, the career I hold is entirely due to him supporting my desire to learn “art on the computer”.

I love my Dad and one day aspire to not only be more like him, but to surpass him in greatness and help even more people than he did.

He is the best man I know, and the only role model I have ever considered worth emulating.