The strongest man in my world!


There is a man I know. He is strong. The strongest man in my world. He is also brave and true to the people he loves. This man has strong arms for heavy lifting. This man has big hands for protecting. This man has a deep voice, so deep that he does not need to raise it in order to be heard. This man is strong. This man is loving and kind.

I call this man Father. He is my Father and I love him so.

Growing up, I remember how my Dad would be up before the sun and get ready for work. He worked so hard to make sure that my siblings and I received everything we needed. We did not have much, but what he gave us was more than enough. That is one of the first things I remember as a child, and to this day, my Dad still works hard and makes sure he takes care of those he loves. He is a provider. He provides for his family.

So, I always felt safe and protected with my Dad around. I never lacked anything. The boys, on the other hand, were all scared to come to my parents’ house.  You see, my Dad is a Gunsmith, so he makes hunting revolvers. All my male friends made sure they knew his name and always asked me how they should greet him when they visit. They wanted to make sure they did not upset him (not that he would hurt them J).  It was fun seeing them squirm, but at times, I felt a bit frustrated. But in hindsight, I see that he only ever wanted the best for me. He was only protecting me.

My Dad is not a man of many words. I think sometimes he looks at us while we chat and wonders if we never run out of words. But when he does speak, he is heard.

My Dad does not have buckets full of money, but he is wealthy. His riches are just not that of money.

My Dad does not have to demand respect from anyone, he has earned it, because of the man he is. He has class. A true gentleman.

My Dad does not possess numerous cars or properties, but he has more than most men. He has respect for others. He has time to give to those who need it. He has love to show to his family. He has possessions that money cannot buy.

Today, I asked him to change a few light bulbs for me and do a few other things around my home. He was here in an instant. Those are the little things that show me how much he cares. He bends over backwards to make sure I am okay. I do not know what I would do without this man.

Today, I am thankful for my Dad. He inspires me to do more for others. He makes me want to be strong and brave and true. He teaches me that I do not have to shout in order to be heard. But most importantly, he has loved me with all he has.
My Father is my Hero. He is the strongest man in my world. Because of him, I am strong too.
 
Take Care
 
Miss Stone

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