There are many men who will throw their golf clubs into the back of their SUV and meet up with the guys for a round of 18 as part of a Saturday morning ritual for the Have-It-All-Together Gang. I know a man who has chosen to kneel in prayer with those whom hundreds abandoned.
He is a man of second chances. Without hesitation, he opened his home to a teenager caught at the end of his rope. That teenager has graduated from college and is now a proud husband and father of two, living out his dream of coaching.
Thirteen years ago, he shared laughter and tears with his wife as they stood in her hair salon to shave her head when the effects of the chemo set in. I have been to the place where he asked her to marry him, at the base of the Grand Tetons. It is nearly as beautiful as the picture of love that God has formed in them over the course of three decades.
When his little girl came home from third grade requesting to sign up for the baseball team, a word of discouragement never graced his lips. He has always believed she could do anything.
He is a man of true integrity, a natural leader. He is my coach. He is one of the few who will draw out the black and white when I have let the picture fade to gray. He is my knight in shining armor. He will let me talk shop when I have career questions, in the same way he would let me crawl into his lap when he was working on the furnace at age three. Even now, I have so much to learn about this journey called life. Today I am thankful for this man I call. . . Dad.
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