Jazz,
When he pulled me out i started throwing up all the muddy water i had swallowed. i was in waist high water. After i was through with throwing up i was crying as a 5 or 6 year old would, and we still walking back into shore.
i was lagging right behind dad and he told me in a stern voice in no uncertain way that was a man and men dont cry and gave me a stern look which made me stop crying abruptly. ill never forget that look. deep down inside i was like."ive just drowned and dads got the shits with me????"
He was always the strong stern type that never cried type of person. that moment reinforced that to me as a child. though i always did have love an admiration for him even though he was the tough type.
Although in later years i would come to know dad as a softer more humble person than the stern facade he showed in my younger years. maybe he was trying to build character at that moment. im still unsure of his wisdom behind it, but i hold no malice. but he was always was and will be the 'man of the house'. i hope i can be half the father he was to me.
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