The Civil Rights Judge
The greatest man I will ever know.
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For 30 years now, he has awoken every day at 5am, has his cup of coffee, feeds and waters the pets then walks out to his car to drive to work. Road conditions are no hassle, nor is stormy weather. No matter what he gets to work on time, and works all day as best he can to get his job done.
His day is filled with conferences, paperwork, hearings, trials and dealing with lawyers. At times he can be called rude things, be told he doesn't know his job and is out to get those who question his position on the trial. Because of the way the State's system works, he is always at least a year behind on the work needed to be done. On top of that his boss is daily always adding even more work to his 'plate', normally enough work for him to spend a full 8 hour day on. He is constantly busy and is known for most of his career for taking work home to try and catch up.
After his hellish day of constant phone calls, and paperwork; he gets to head home to his family, a loving wife and 2 boys. When home he would always ask about how his family's day went, and what transpired and would always listen very attentivly and be there for any problems they needed his help solving. He would lavish attention freely onto his sons and wife, help with homework, help with housework, and even play catch with his sons. He made every little league game, every band concert, every Academic bowl to show support for his 2 kids.
He never missed an anniversary, a birthday, or any event that was special to anyone he loved. His time was focused as much onto his family as possible and though he loved his work, by the way he acted everyone knew his family came first in all things.
He never made much money. He was a worker for a state government in a low level Judging duty. Money was always tight in the family, even when the mother of the family had to take on a job when the kids were old enough to be trusted alone. When his younger son made it into college, and dropped out after 1 1/2 years of it, he forgave his kid even though it put the family into a tight position financially. Even after the son again made more mistakes, and had to move back in with his parents, he forgave the son of his mistakes and with open arms welcomed him back into the house to help.
I, being the younger son from this story have now moved out. I'm starting to get things rolling correctly in my life. I've never really thought until recently just how much work my Dad put into every day of his life. How he was always so supportive, and willing to do any back-breaking labor to help me, my brother or my Mom out. His family has always been first in his life, and thankfully I've been blessed with such a man as my father. I've made many mistakes in my life... some that have cost my family a good chunk of change... Yet I was always forgiven for my mistakes and given the help I needed to fix them and get back onto my feet.
He may never be famous for anything he has done. He may not make a crazy amount of money and do charitable things for people he doesn't know with it. He has though done everything imaginably possibly for those in his life, and is always willing to forgive for the mistakes they have made that have cost him in some way.
He is the man I look up to most in this world. He is someone I strive every day to be as much like as possible.
To my dad, I Love you, and I thank you for all you have ever done and will do for me. I hope I never have to ask for forgiveness from you again, and thank you for all the times you have forgiven me and all you have done for me.
(p.s. And to the ladies, and mothers out there.. I do recognize my Mom has done just as much as my Dad has for me; I was just inspired to write about my Dad at this juncture. I'm sure eventually I'll have one up for my Mom as well
)
His day is filled with conferences, paperwork, hearings, trials and dealing with lawyers. At times he can be called rude things, be told he doesn't know his job and is out to get those who question his position on the trial. Because of the way the State's system works, he is always at least a year behind on the work needed to be done. On top of that his boss is daily always adding even more work to his 'plate', normally enough work for him to spend a full 8 hour day on. He is constantly busy and is known for most of his career for taking work home to try and catch up.
After his hellish day of constant phone calls, and paperwork; he gets to head home to his family, a loving wife and 2 boys. When home he would always ask about how his family's day went, and what transpired and would always listen very attentivly and be there for any problems they needed his help solving. He would lavish attention freely onto his sons and wife, help with homework, help with housework, and even play catch with his sons. He made every little league game, every band concert, every Academic bowl to show support for his 2 kids.
He never missed an anniversary, a birthday, or any event that was special to anyone he loved. His time was focused as much onto his family as possible and though he loved his work, by the way he acted everyone knew his family came first in all things.
He never made much money. He was a worker for a state government in a low level Judging duty. Money was always tight in the family, even when the mother of the family had to take on a job when the kids were old enough to be trusted alone. When his younger son made it into college, and dropped out after 1 1/2 years of it, he forgave his kid even though it put the family into a tight position financially. Even after the son again made more mistakes, and had to move back in with his parents, he forgave the son of his mistakes and with open arms welcomed him back into the house to help.
I, being the younger son from this story have now moved out. I'm starting to get things rolling correctly in my life. I've never really thought until recently just how much work my Dad put into every day of his life. How he was always so supportive, and willing to do any back-breaking labor to help me, my brother or my Mom out. His family has always been first in his life, and thankfully I've been blessed with such a man as my father. I've made many mistakes in my life... some that have cost my family a good chunk of change... Yet I was always forgiven for my mistakes and given the help I needed to fix them and get back onto my feet.
He may never be famous for anything he has done. He may not make a crazy amount of money and do charitable things for people he doesn't know with it. He has though done everything imaginably possibly for those in his life, and is always willing to forgive for the mistakes they have made that have cost him in some way.
He is the man I look up to most in this world. He is someone I strive every day to be as much like as possible.
To my dad, I Love you, and I thank you for all you have ever done and will do for me. I hope I never have to ask for forgiveness from you again, and thank you for all the times you have forgiven me and all you have done for me.
(p.s. And to the ladies, and mothers out there.. I do recognize my Mom has done just as much as my Dad has for me; I was just inspired to write about my Dad at this juncture. I'm sure eventually I'll have one up for my Mom as well
)
