My Dad

Written August 3rd 2017

My dad and I are very different. He runs a small non for profit Christian publishing organization (“can’t be explained over text I'll tell you in person” kinda thing), reads books FOR FUN up to 3-4 hours a day (something I don't even hate on to be honest!) and doesn't even deny being the most fairweather Philadelphia sports fan of all time.

I’m finishing up my Senior Year of college, trust the process more than most Philadelphians when it comes to sports, love to have a good time and frequently choose friends over books.

Dave has never had more than a sip of alcohol in his whole life because he says he has an addictive personality. I took well over a sip by the time I was 16. Yet the more I think about it, there is beauty in the fact that we are different. Why should we be the same? 

My dad is interested in politics, sports, music, business, current events just like me...he just sees them through a completely different lense. 

When I first started becoming more independent and began longing for freedom and power like every other misguided teenager who thinks they're ready to be an adult, we would argue all the time. Disagreements over anything. I truly contemplated how I could come from someone who sees things so differently than me. It made me mad for whatever reason. 

Now that I've been away for a while and seen the world a little bit, I can't help but appreciate the years of sacrifices my dad made for my family and all of the knowledge he's passed on to me. He introduced me to sports, business, music...pretty much every hobby I've picked up or passion I have stemmed from my pops. Ain't that something. 

When I have kids I know one thing I'm gonna do from the start. Appreciate each and every difference. Who knows maybe I'll learn something.