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Why My Dad’s My Hero
The man’s got integrity
When covid was becoming a global problem, my Dad and a family friend, Anand, set up a free aid station on my parents’ porch. It was filled with toilet paper, sanitizer, and cleaning supplies. They made the local paper:
They took turns going to the store, waiting in line, buying essential items, and bringing them back to stick on the front porch under a sign that said “please take only what you need.”
My Dad is one of my heroes.
Now, the one thing that my Dad hates above all else is the feeling that his time has been or is being wasted by unnecessary bureaucracy. He’s become notorious in the school he teaches in for inching towards the door at the end of meetings, slashing through the meeting-extending small talk at the tail end by going “so… Is the meeting over? I can go now, right?”
I’ve brought this practice to the school I teach in now.
A few weeks ago, on a walk with my father, he told me that his pastor (whom I adore) offered him a position as a church elder/deacon. This pastor thought that my father's example he sets trying to help out in the community would bring new…
