As my undergraduate career nears completion, I reflect on the person who did more for me than anyone else: my dad. For 21 years on this earth, my dad has been there for me, not only as a father, but as a friend.
At an early age, I would go into my dad's office shortly before bed. We would sit down and he would bring up an archaic word processing program. He would try and coax out of me new words, from books I read or just heard in everyday conversation. Eventually, the list grew very long. My father also had a deal with me where any book I read from our collection I could keep. This became one of the few promises he later reneged on.
It was things like this that made my dad special.
Many of my best memories are watching sports with my dad. I remember one of the first times watching football with him. He handed me a tortilla chip and I promptly ate half the bag. I never developed a taste for salsa, but sitting with him for the Sunday football games was always an important pastime.
My dad also taught me how to fish, fix cars, ride a bike, play baseball and drive a car. He dove into everything, trying to make his son the most capable and the best he could teach at any given skill. My dad was into finance well before I was. He was a writer before I was born. He was the one who encouraged these talents in me and wanted me to do more with them and I have tried my best every day to live up to his expectations.
What this all really just means is that my dad has been there for me for everything. And after I walk across the platform to get my diploma in December, I know that whatever happens next, my dad will be there. To help me, guide me and support me in my endeavors.