Every kid aspires to be great. From the moment he or she ties that worn, faded blanket around their neck and envisions soaring through the clouds, kids are filled with an unwavering hope and optimism that fuels their dreams of the future. Our childhoods are built on foundations of idols; some fictional, some real. And if you're one of the lucky ones, you're fortunate enough to have your idol, role model, cheerleader and friend stand by your side through all of life's twists and turns.
For me, that person is my dad.
Saying that he's been a huge impact in my life would be a vast understatement. My dad has always supported me through everything. As a little league baseball coach, he taught me about teamwork, determination and the power of hard work. As a baker, he taught me how to enjoy the little things in life; like never leave cookie dough in your bowl uneaten. As an accountant, he taught me about the importance of double checking and triple checking your work. As a husband and father, he taught me that family means everything.
And that was no more evident than when I became a quadriplegic. He could have given up the minute he found out that his son would be confined to a wheelchair, but my dad refused to let the disease ruin our lives. From the moment I got sick, my dad has stayed by my side. For the past 17 years, he's been my arms, my legs, my cheerleader, my coach and my best friend.
I would not be the man I am today without the unwavering support of my dad. He gives me the strength and courage to strive for greatness and to live life the way I want. While he may not be faster than a speeding bullet or be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, my dad will always be my hero.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.