I’ve written a lot about the Founding Fathers. Now I’d like to praise my own father.
My father worked hard and was successful … but he never forgot his roots, and he treated everyone – from the elevator operator (yes, they used to have them) to the parking guy – with respect.
My father valued truth, and taught me to stick with the truth … even when it is difficult.
My father put family first … even when he was slammed at work.
My father was a professional and an intellectual … but he wasn’t afraid to show his silly side, to laugh so hard that he couldn’t breathe, or to revel in the arts.
My father got beaten up as a kid by a group of African-Americans (he was white, like me). But my father was a strong and big-hearted man. Instead of becoming a racist, he volunteered in the South during the 1960′s to help black civil rights protestors who were harassed and arrested, and he supported civil rights and other causes his whole life.
I am the man I am today because of my father.