Dad..
As we get older, we gain perspective, if we open ourselves up to understanding and knowledge. It doesn’t always come readily or naturally.
Of course, one of the primary things you gain perspective about as you age is, well, aging. You grow older and people you know start dying. Friends. Family. Colleagues. Death is the ultimate giver of perspective.
You begin to appreciate the richness of the lives that have been voluntarily shared with you, and stop taking them for granted. And you start to understand that despite all of the things our parents might have done wrong by us, they got a lot of things right too.
As a child, I spent a lot of time outside, playing in the backyard, or over a friend’s house We were fearless, my friends and I, and roamed seemingly-endless, did well in school education and sports...
Who made such things possible — And more importantly, the freedom to explore and be a kid that such things bring (or at least encourage)?
My dad
" My hero is my Dad because he is special for me "
days.. months.. years rolled out I still remember each and everything my dad used to do to make me happy. Probably he is the last person in the world who loved me so much without expecting anything in return.
Schooling is one of the best part of ma life... i used to be very calm, but unwilling to go to school till i was 1st standard.. i remeber my dad used to drop me on his moped trying to convince me that he will be back by afternoon he used to come in to the class make me sit in the first bench and then leave.........
Later when was in 4th standard i have to go another branch so was excited and started liking school....... It was a real good life... this is when my dad started to wake me up at 6:00 AM (he thought of waking my up 6:00 but i ended up at 7:00 AM in my entire schooling ) ..
there are lot many things which made me feel that he is ma hero and i was lucky to make him proud enough.
Of course, one of the primary things you gain perspective about as you age is, well, aging. You grow older and people you know start dying. Friends. Family. Colleagues. Death is the ultimate giver of perspective.
You begin to appreciate the richness of the lives that have been voluntarily shared with you, and stop taking them for granted. And you start to understand that despite all of the things our parents might have done wrong by us, they got a lot of things right too.
As a child, I spent a lot of time outside, playing in the backyard, or over a friend’s house We were fearless, my friends and I, and roamed seemingly-endless, did well in school education and sports...
Who made such things possible — And more importantly, the freedom to explore and be a kid that such things bring (or at least encourage)?
My dad
" My hero is my Dad because he is special for me "
days.. months.. years rolled out I still remember each and everything my dad used to do to make me happy. Probably he is the last person in the world who loved me so much without expecting anything in return.
Schooling is one of the best part of ma life... i used to be very calm, but unwilling to go to school till i was 1st standard.. i remeber my dad used to drop me on his moped trying to convince me that he will be back by afternoon he used to come in to the class make me sit in the first bench and then leave.........
Later when was in 4th standard i have to go another branch so was excited and started liking school....... It was a real good life... this is when my dad started to wake me up at 6:00 AM (he thought of waking my up 6:00 but i ended up at 7:00 AM in my entire schooling ) ..
there are lot many things which made me feel that he is ma hero and i was lucky to make him proud enough.
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