Today is a special day in my family. Happy Birthday goes out to my dad, youngest brother, and granddaughter. What’s the probability of 3 people in my family who share the same birthday. I want to make sure they get their flowers.
My dad is no longer with us, but I want to share my recent interaction with him.
Whether you’re tired or not, lights out here is 10pm. In the quiet of night, you have lots of time to think. There is something about the darkness and quiet that gives your mind an opportunity to block out all the irrelevant thoughts, focus on what’s important, bring mental clarity, and communicate with those not present. While sitting on my bunk Monday night (R-Day), I was pondering about how did I get here. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind.
While deep in thought, I heard my dad’s voice. He was direct but not too stern. He wanted answers and nothing short would suffice. There was no doubt about what time it was. I had to face the one conversion I dreaded having. He simply asked, “What Happened?” So in the quiet of night, I told my dad how I got here.
I commenced to tell him what happened. Throughout my monologue, my head was down almost ashamed to look at him in the eye. My voice was low not wanting to be heard. Then, in a stern fatherly tone that I had heard many times growing up, he demanded, “Raise your head and speak up!” Like a dutiful son who wants to please his parent, I immediately made the correction.
Although he was quiet as I talked, I continued looking directly at him. Whenever I paused trying to come up with the words to speak, he gave me the look; you know the one that gets your attention immediately.
With my head up, back straight, and in a strong voice, I finished telling him everything. I told him what I did, what I didn’t do, my intent, and what I should have done. I was wondering what he was thinking. I knew that he was disappointed that his eldest was at FPC Montgomery.
After I finished, I didn’t know what to expect. I could see the wheels turning in his head. I waited cautiously for his response wondering how he would react. After a brief moment of silence, he finally spoke. His words were never more powerful.
“Son, your mom and I poured into your development and growth for almost 20 years. With this solid foundation, you have been blessed with an incredible life. You have a beautiful family. You fulfilled my dream of a wonderful education. Professionally, you have done well for yourself and made me proud. Adversity is temporary. It doesn’t matter what happens to you. What matters most is how you respond!! Get up, hold your head high, look people in the eye, speak with authority, and conquer the next mountain. I love you son!”
Enough said! I knew what those words meant. Those words hit my soul. My spirit was immediately lifted. I felt reinvigorated. No time for pity. I don’t pity from myself or want any from my family and friends. It’s time for action and a better version of me: Version 2.0
Thanks dad! I love you! You’re the best! Happy Birthday!!
