The biggest inspiration in my life has always been and always will be my own father. He’s my first and last role model and the lynch-pin of my family.
I remember at an early age, sitting at the dinner table at a family friend’s home, catching myself imitating his mannerisms, without even thinking about it. When he crossed his arms, I’d cross my arms. When he sighed, I sighed. When he laughed I laughed.
I’ve watched, slowly, as I’ve become him more each year. I have his habit of over-explaining things, usually because the average person I talk to requires it. I’ve watched as I’ve sought to minimize risk, and eliminate it, when prudent, as he does and has advised me. I’ve slowly picked up on his values and bit by bit am adopting them as my own. Loyalty and honesty are what my Father values above all else, save his own family.
Hell, even my mentors share my Father’s values and one in particular, who’s like a Father to me, even shares an eerily similar backstory.
Should I grow up to become even half the man he is, my life will probably be a success close to my wildest dreams.
In honor of him, I’ll post about him this week, if not every day, at least today, Wednesday, and Friday.