This is the toast I was supposed to give last night but Ran out of time! For Sheldon Carlson and Lynda Lintner Best Man Toast I’ve never done one of these things before. So I don’t really know where to start. I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. My dad is my hero. He has been ever since I was a little boy. He was always ready for a wrestling match. Even when he had just finished working all day and was obviously exhausted. He was never hesitant to have a tickle fight, or play hide and seek. Of course he always hid in the dark room and would jump out and scare me when I knew if I walked into that room that was exactly what would happen. Of course that would also end up in a tickle fight. My dad is my hero, not because he is my dad, but because no matter what the world threw at him he always persevered. My dad is my hero because no matter what I did I knew dad always loved me. My dad is my hero because he taught me to be who I am today. Respect my elders. Finish my vegetables. And if you play with your food, you get to eat your toys. He taught me that God comes first, family comes second and the rest you figure out later. The first time I saw my dad cry was at his father’s funeral. The second was at his son’s. That didn’t make him any less my hero. You’d have to be crazy not to cry. I think that’s what I admire most about my dad. His ability to cry. I don’t remember a time when dad wasn’t up early praying. When I was younger I thought I could beat dad at getting up early. No success there. I remember one morning I went down and sat on his lap and held his old bible. It didn’t hit me till later. That proverb, “A person whose bible is falling apart usually has a life that is not”. My dad is my hero because without him I would have quit long ago. Because without his smile I wouldn’t know kindness. Because without his talent I wouldn’t know music. Without his trust I wouldn’t know responsibility. Without his faithfulness I wouldn’t know perseverance. Without his tears I wouldn’t know what a fathers pride in his son would feel like. Without my father I wouldn’t have known what love feels like. And without his patience I wouldn’t know Lynda like I do know. Lynda fills my dad’s face with joy. Lynda makes my dad look like a hopeless romantic. She makes him eager when he waits on her. And grumpy when he is still waiting! But now the wait is over, and he can continue being my hero but now with a really cool sidekick!
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 21:37:54 +0000
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