Hero
Growing up my dad was always my hero. He was the strongest man I knew. Not just physically, but there was a quiet strength to my dad that made him a natural leader. Not only was he a hero in my mind, but he was a fire chief, and was in the profession of rescuing people. There are so many things that he did while being a firefighter that I didn't know about and maybe won't ever know about. Like I said he was humble in the way he lead. I wanted to be just like him. He had an easy way of connecting with people and I would often hear him laughing in conversation. My dad was a hard worker and would put others before himself. He was always there with a hug reminding me of truth and joy, when all I felt was despair. He was a great father. I looked up to him so much. But my dad wasn't perfect. Sometimes that feels hard to say. As if saying that he made mistakes or wasn't always right somehow dishonors him. My dad was never meant to be my hero. Wow that was hard to say....
