Happy Father's Day

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Hello Friends,

Hope all is well. Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. Last month you had the opportunity to meet my mom on Mother's Day. Today I get to introduce you to the other person responsible for my existence. My Dad.



I am thankful for my father. I was looking at some old pictures of myself and my parents when I was a child. It brought back some great memories. I am very proud of my dad. He took a chance and followed his passion and left his home of Trinidad and Tobago. My father had a calling on his life to be a pastor and stared change in the face and didn't flinch.

Even though he had no idea what America would be like he decided to heed his calling to serve God and the people. I guess this is why I talk about breaking your comfort zone so much. When you break from the norm , amazing things can happen.

My dad taught me the fundamentals of life. He taught me about spirituality. I was taught to love God first and all else would fall in to place. I was also taught to love my neighbor and treat others equally. Our church motto was, "The church where everyone is someone, and Jesus Christ is Lord." This saying has stuck with me to this day. I truly believe that everyone has an infinite potential, that if explored in the light of the Source, will produce great things.

My dad encouraged me to be diverse in my studies as well as in sport. He never pushed me to play one sport, but encouraged me to strive to be the best I could be in all sports I played. Not the pressure filled encouragement that children sometime hate, but rather the encouragement that said, "see how far you can go."

My dad allowed me to grow up. He never babied me but still showed the love I needed. I was joking with my parents the last time I visited them about how I learned to drive. The day I got my driver's license, I wanted to take the car to Friday night youth group at church. My father handed me the keys and said "be careful." My mother was not so enthusiastic. She wanted to drive me instead. My dad said no, and that I was ready to go on my own.

I think deep down he was a little nervous but that is what dad's are for. They are there to teach there children when they are young. Mold them as they grow into teenagers. And finally to let them go to discover their own life. A father who has taught their children well, looks forward to the results of nurturing their seed.

I am very pleased to have my dad as my dad. A lot of kids are not fortunate enough to know there dads. A lot of marriages are ending in divorce. I am thankful that my parents are still together and going strong.

To all the fathers out there, remember why you have the title "Dad". Be a real dad. A dad that gets to the baseball games. A dad that has the patience to teach their child long division. A dad that drives 500 miles to see his son graduate from college. A dad, that when you call home at the age of 33, still offers the same comfort you felt at the age of 3. I love you dad. Thanks for teaching me and loving me as a real dad should. Many blessings to all.



When God was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. An angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping." God smiled, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?" When God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy. The angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do You know what You’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, or rubber bands on pony tails." God smiled, "I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day… yet small enough to cup a child’s face." Then God molded long legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearby said, "Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How will he pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?" God smiled and replied, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus." God then created two very large feet. "Do You honestly think those feet are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?" the angel said. God smiled: "They’ll support a child learning how to dance, and they will have shoes that young children can play in like clowns." God worked through the night, giving fathers few words but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant. Finally, He added tears, then turned to the angel, "Now are you satisfied?" The angel was silent.

-Author Unknown