My Dad…

To the decider of me.  Without his Y I would not be.  To the man who set the example for me.  The standards, the dedication, and the curiosity you see all came from him, he was my TV.   I watched and learned the definition of standards. The meaning of dedication, and the power of curiosity.  

He is not the perfect man or the perfect father.  He can be stubborn. He can be hard-headed and at times He can be completely unreasonable.  But He has always been my biggest fan.  The man who showed me what it looks like to be a man.  When I’m told the stories by his brothers of how he taught them how to read and showed them how to write because he was the Man among children as their single-parent mom raised them in that tough borough known as the South Bronx, the South-South Bronx.  He was the one who set the course of success for each of his three brothers,  who I might add, became his proxy for me as I grew from a lad to the man you see.  He was my definition of a man before I understood what being a man was supposed to be.  Dad, I salute and thank you for being who you had to be.  I pray I continue to grow into the man you are proud of and become your reflection for the world to see.  

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