I’ve already told you today how awesome a Dad my husband is on Facebook.
But even if my own father hadn’t died a few years ago, I am one of the many people who would not be giving my “Dad” a card, gift or phone call on Father’s Day.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what the father I had taught me. If you read my recent post about my trip to yet another aircraft carrier, you know I was surprised at a piece of good that came out of such a tumultuous childhood.
I think kids like me can learn a lot of beautiful things about themselves when put in bad situations. That sometimes very bad childhood experiences can lead to very good people. Which led me to writing this. I hope you take a moment to read it and feel proud of what you’ve done with what you had before you.
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