Who is my hero?

I had a really great exchange with a high school friend of mine. My dad was always my teacher and sometimes my principal. Over the years, I have been told how much my Dad meant to his students and how he changed their lives. This person said that my Dad was one of his heroes. I am so intrigued by this. I was too close to my Dad to see the side other people saw. I really can't think of some one who is my hero. My wife is my hero. Without her I would be all washed up I think.

It's wonderful to be in love. One moment you feel so close to your partner, the next you can't get far enough away. Yet you know you will always be there for each other. What a wonderful ride! If you find true love you find a wonderful thing.

But back to my Dad. My children deserve to see the side of me that other people see. Maybe they don't see anything and I am in a delusion. The point is is that I want my children to think of me as their hero. My Dad became a great dad after he realized he was putting everything of himself into a system that was cruel and anti-family. I was 16. My older brother was all but gone out of the house. Dad died in 2000. Oh the wasted years. I don't want to do that. The best thing we as George's children can do, is to learn from his life. There is so much richness there. Make the right choices early in your life. Well, I am going to go play with my kids...