For some boys growing up, they have a special hero that they look up to (i.e. Batman, Captain America, Superman, etc.). For me, I took pride in looking up to someone who I always placed the super hero title on above all fictional characters that most boys name. Who would that be you ask? It’s my dad.
I’ll never forget the first time I had ever met him. I was 5 years old, my sister, momma, and I were living in an apartment in Louisville, and there was a knock at the door. Being the curious child I was, I rushed to the door. There he was, towering over me with a deep voice he asks, “is your momma here?” With the biggest terrified stone face, I call for my momma to come to the door because someone was asking for her. What I didn’t know at the time was that the man at the door would be the one I call my life’s super hero.
My pop has always been nothing short of a stand-up guy. His genuine, authentic, caring, and tough-minded personality has always been one that has been respected by anyone who has ever met him. I’ve always said that I was afraid that I would fail and I could never fill the footsteps that he left behind for me to follow in.
One of the main reasons for that was because there was a phase in my life where I thought that I was going to either be incarcerated or be lying 6 feet under. Instead of my pop jumping down my throat and telling me to “get my shit together”, he looked at me square in the eye and said, “Son, I’ve been in your shoes before. Though I don’t like what you’re doing, I want you to learn from the mistakes you make because in the long run, it will build you from the immature boy you are right now into a strong-minded man I know you’ll be one day. And no matter what, just know I love you.” The conversation that he and I had that day is one that will always be one that I’ll remember word for word.
He taught me that no matter what this life throws at your, take those lumps and keep moving forward. I’ve witnessed him endure so much adversity in his life. But although those were things he encountered, he never once allowed it to defeat him. I’ve witnessed him have nothing left in the tank, and give a 110% effort without complaining one time. When you ask him why he never quit, he simply replies, “it’s because I see my wife and babies faces and I know I can’t let them down, so I give everything I got every day I wake up.”
The biggest reason why my pop is my super hero is because he stepped in and took on a role and responsibility that most men would never leap in to. Who knows where I would be and what I’d be doing without his presence in my life. He took the title of “dad” and never once looked back or regretted the decision of being a part of my life.
Pop, although I never tell you enough, just know that this stone faced 5 year old boy inside of me still looks up today just like I did back then. I strive every single day attempting to be half the man that you’ve been. I grind every day with the same mindset you taught me. When I want to quit so bad, I’m reminded who I have counting on me to not give up.
Always know that I don’t see you are just my pop, but my super hero who stepped in to my life and save me. I love you.