Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Salt and Pepper Beard


WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Good things come to those who wait.  Good things come to those who work their asses off and never give up.”


            While belated, I wish my dad a very happy 46th birthday!!! I’m not really sure how to praise my dad on such a special day or give accolades to such an important life and prominent figure in my own life, but I guess I’ll start by sharing what my dad has taught me…besides how to flip the bird J.

#1: Work hard.  If I’ve learned anything from my dad, it’s that you must work hard.  Nothing comes easy but the things that come to you as a result of hard work make the effort worth it.  There are/will certainly be days you want to blow off and it can be frustrating to watch other people slack off around you, but a strong work ethic not only leads to high reward, but great passion for doing what you love and what is right.

#2: There is no right way to love.  There’s a running joke in my family that my dad is the most charismatic person in the whole entire world…to strangers.  I have people approach me each time I’m out and about in Charlotte (and sometimes on plane rides from New Orleans?!?) about my dad.  They recognize me from our uncanny resemblance (minus the graying beard and zip off cargo shorts) and they stop me to recount stories about my dad.  Sometimes they’re stories from high school and college, my dad’s “glory days” as they call them, and they talk about his wild, fun love for life and disregard for rules.  But other times they’re stories about my dad’s adult life, times when he has helped them to build something or other at their house, lent them tools from his vast collection in our garage, or made them laugh at some (what I’m sure was an inappropriate) joke.  Regardless of the setting or the person, each story has the same underlying themes: your dad is kind, he’s helpful, he’s funny, and he’s been a good friend.  Well, if you know my father like I do, you know that he’s not a big hugger.  He doesn’t say “I love you” each night before we go to bed and sometimes, if he really isn’t expecting you to touch him, he tenses up.  (I type this laughing because I do the same thing…people really should warn you if they’re about to infringe on your personal space)  Anyway, he’s not the typical affectionate dad.  He’s the kind that walks 5 paces ahead of everyone in our family but holds out his hand behind him for us to reach out and grab so he can pull us along with his unreasonably fast stride.  He invests in scare the crap out of you and show you how truly physically weak you are before you go to college “self-defense” classes so he can rest assured that you will be able to protect yourself when he’s not within arm’s reach to protect you himself.  He’s the kind of dad that will drop everything to come get you when your car has been “stolen”, anger-free.  He’s also the kind of dad who laughs off a brutally car wreck in our own driveway in which the driver (WHIT) backed his truck into my dad’s truck.  I repeat myself: IN OUR DRIVEWAY.  He doesn’t smother us with hugs and kisses but he is an ever-present source of love and caring in our lives that seems somehow stronger than any other love I’ve known.  So maybe it’s unconventional, but who am I to say it’s wrong?


#3: One can never have too many shirts. Nuff said.

#4: Be happy.  Take everything everyone says with a grain of salt and then do what you want to do anyway.  There’s no way to please everybody so just do what you want.  Be a good person and try to do the right thing, but do what you love.  Make your own life and your own family and your own kind of happiness but at the end of the day, go to bed having proved something to yourself.  I like to look at my dad’s life and think that he’s ended up exactly where he’s supposed to be.  Sure, his job his stressful and everyone in our family is 14 different kinds of crazy, but he gets to go fishing on the weekends, he has fat, cute dogs, and children that are healthy and here.  So hats off and drinks in the air for you, dad!


Love ya.  Miss ya.  Mean it.
Kane

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