Strange
how the older you get you pass back into admiring your parents. In childhood they hung the moon and scattered
the stars. In adolescence they can do no
right. In adulthood you begin realize
how important your connections are and realize that they might know a thing or
two.
The
older I got the more I was able to see my father for who he really was. The more I realized what he had passed down
to me. The more I realized what parts of
my personhood were like his own. The
more I liked what I saw.
From him I got my love
of travel, the excitement of going to new places, experiencing new foods, new
cultures, and new ways of thought. I
remember looking at his flag display and just being in awe that one person
could go to all those different countries, and wanting so much to achieve the
same feat.
From
him I got my willingness to argue. To
exchange in verbal fencing. To explore
subjects and see what other people thought.
I learned my willingness to change my opinion or respect someone else’s
point of view.
From
him I got my propensity to talk to strangers.
Everyone is a person, with a mother and father and people that they
love, he seemed to have that basic respect for everyone he met. Whether it was a cashier or the guy pumping
his gas.
From
him I got my ability to withstand difficulty.
To put my nose down and do what needs to be done.
From
him I got my love of learning and desire to educate myself. Because of his model I love knowing what is
going on in the world.
Now
I am left with my memory of him and the parts of him that I carry within
me. I am proud of both.
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