When I was a kid and it was time for me to learn to ride my bike without training wheels, my dad was the one holding the back of that pink and white banana seat bike. I remember sitting on it in the driveway (probably in tears) while I balanced on it and he held the back, tilting it this way and that so I would learn which way to turn the wheel to correct so I didn't fall.
When I was learning to drive, my dad was the one that was sitting beside me in the passenger seat telling me to "give 'er some gas". I'm not sure if there were tears, but I know I was probably shaking with nerves. See, my dad, although a great teacher - is not always the most patient person and I wanted desperately to make him proud.
My dad is funny, hard working, and could talk the ear off of a perfect stranger. He's a master of finding "deals" (much to my mother's dismay), is a proud father of 6, and always gives me twenty bucks for the slot machine when we're at the casino together (seriously, it's much more fun to gamble with someone else's money. Lol). My dad taught me a lot over the years, not just how to ride a bike or drive a car (or check the oil - which is a great thing to know, thanks Dad!), but also how important it is to work hard and always do the best you can.
Dad - I hope you have a great Father's Day! I love you.
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