Like father, like son but All you have to do is do it.

When a son has a father, you never know what to type of father you'll have. You're a baby, who can barely squint their little eyes. Only I never questioned my fathers ability, some like assume that some guys walked out on their children when times get tough. At a very early age I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, but there was no doubt that my father rose to the occasion. How can I know for sure? I had never seen my dad shy away from a challenge., he couldn't win. He knew life was a gift. I never once saw him complain about a job, or even life in general. Everyone always says being a parent is the most important thing in this world, I can honestly say my dad handles his life, like he handles his parenting. You don't quit, because you're tired. I think that applies to my wheelchair most, obviously with me being in a wheelchair it was more time-consuming, more tiresome, but did he quit? No.

A good father teaches his son responsibility, respect, loyalty, what it's like to be a man. I'm not going to be naïve and say that I have the best dad in the world, because he would respond "don't be ridiculous, mister, you don't know everyone in the world." My dad taught me responsibility, respect, loyalty, what it's like to be a man, which was good, because there was a lot more that I would have to encounter than most. Paraphrasing he told me never to worry too much about comparisons, because no one is the same. One of his favorite phrases is "All have to do is do it.” This phrase stuck with me as I thought life would be too hard, when I thought I would never recover from surgeries, whatever the problem was I remembered that exact phrase.My father was a the type, who was basically designed, to face a problem. The ultimate problem solver, it is almost surreal how he related to my disability, without even experiencing anything like my disorder before. He always remained so logical processing things, predicting all the angles, taking all the precautions needed for my safety. He did the same precautions for my sister as well; he always made sure we were treated equally, but also problem-solving from for my own individual safety.When I was younger, sometimes no one would be truthful with me always shadowing sugar-coating the truth.

I knew they were keeping something from me, because they knew it would hurt my feelings. Not my dad, he would find a way to relate all the messages in such a manner that I can could understand them and there their intent so they wouldn't be to so critical. He always told me not to make excuses, treating you me like an adult at an age where most people would question doing so, because he knew I had been through a lot. I needed someone to tell me the truth, ;I needed someone to love and protect me, but not smother me, and he was able to do that, ;I owe him.Learning not to make excuses, and get done what has to be done. Having that attitude is harsh to some, but to me it was realistic. I had enough problems as a child, I had to be with face people looking at me strange. Treating me much differently, acting as if I didn't know exactly what was going on. So having that logical adviser, was a breath of fresh air for me. He taught me how to get in and on out of my wheelchair without help, because the grim reality is most people are too afraid to help, it they becomes terrified, frozen in fear. He knew this would happen some day, where I would be all alone and I would have to learn how to access my cell phone without any help. No one told him to do this. It wasn't in the father manuals 'how to be a good father manual'., not like my dad would read them anyways.It was almost like he knew when I got to public schools that people would treat me differently, because he never once made an academic excuse for me or did he want me to show any sort of unnecessary weakness, because you he knew people would find weakness and exploit it anyway they could. My father would never use baby talk, he really thought it was shameful, because you he knew me learning the language in which I would having me communicate with others would be very important, because you knew my parents knew or at least that my preconceived appearance would be intimidating.

My dad talkinged to me with using comprehensible vocabulary from day one. The best example I can draw on, I used to find his books silly. I don't even remember the book, but instead of saying the characters were silly, he would say. The characters are acting ridiculous or the characters are acting humorous, always substituting words, not that he would never use the word silly. You He just wanted to broaden my horizons, and using different words that mean the same thing synonyms would help my comprehension. I thank him for this so much, because my parents did know that I might come off as mentally ill.

So me being able to mentally process all the comprehension of different words, has enabled me to hold different various conversations with many people.He raised my sister in the same way, but never pointed it out, he just said "Mister, you know there is a difference". That was just about it I think there was a life lesson , telling me that people can be different, but they can equally contribute without making excuses and understanding all you have to do is do it.

Thanks, Dad.

PEACE DUDESX.LOGAN