My personal Person Of The Year
I’m very blessed to have a lot of amazing people in my life. I have a great wife, tremendous friends, a loving family and kick-butt co-workers. But there is one person I’m close with that sticks out year-after-year and gets zero recognition for it.
My Dad is my personal person of the year. Time Magazine can keep Mark Zuckerberg
I can’t even to begin to describe the milliliters of marvelous that ooze from my dad’s pores. He gets up everyday at like 4 or 5 a.m. to go bust his butt in a cold Ohio factory then comes home and puts on a slew of other hats like master gardener, distiller, gourmet chef, carpenter and professional good-guy. He smells like Brute and leather, never complains and will be by your side 110% of the way. He can fix anything, creates works of art from scrap and would empty is wallet if it meant you were better off. This post doesn’t nearly begin to explain the super-human powers this guy has.
Growing up, people used to say that I looked like my dad. I never wanted to hear it, I wanted to be my own person, have my own look and my create my own path. In retrospect, being like my dad is an honor. If 5% of his passion and work ethic was passed down, I think I’ll do alright in this life. Cheers Dad, you deserve it!
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