My father is a renaissance man.
This isn’t the norm. When hard times hit (like current recession we’re all still struggling through), many give up. They complain. They find themselves in a downward spiral towards depression and upset.
My father – he reinvents. He adjusts. He’s like a boxer in this nature. He’s nimble. And he survives.
You may say I’m a Daddy’s Girl (and I am, so what), but it’s true. My father is the apple of my eye. I’m lucky to call him family because he’s an inspiration.
When I think things are unbearable, and I want to breakdown, I just remember that my father is a renaissance man.
And I’m proud.