Happy Father’s Day!

Today is Father’s Day, and I feel like such a turd because since we were all down for my brother’s graduation, none of us will be home for Father’s Day.  But in honor of the day, I will bring you an important story/memory I have of my dad.

DadThat’s my pops there in the middle.

So my dad is a really good person.  Like he always tries to do the right thing, and that has been very very deeply instilled in me, and is probably largely the reason I went into a helping field.

So years ago, like maybe 14 or 15 years ago, we were moving into a new house.

The movers were doing an awesome job, and stayed late into the night moving our furniture into our new house.  They were sweaty, and tired, and seemed to not know very much English, and their boss-man, a white guy, had left them to their own devices.

Debbie came to me and told me that she had witness one of the guys desperately drinking water straight from the faucet in my parent’s bathroom, and that when she entered, that he’d startled, and looked frightened, as if he was sure that he was going to be in trouble for drinking sink water from the faucet in a rich person’s home.

I told my dad what Debbie had seen, and he immediately drove to the nearest gas station, bought a ton of Gatorade, and asked the men to please have a seat and enjoy something to drink.

As a young teen, for whatever reason, this small act of kindness made a big impression on me.

I certainly never felt like we were any better than the men moving our furniture, and my dad confirmed it for me.  The guys were hot and thirsty and scared to communicate it to us, so he took the bull by the horns and made sure that they were taken care of, and then sat with them.  To me, it communicated a few things.

  • Be kind…
  • …’Cause everyone gets thirsty
  • You never know when you will be thirsty
  • And you’re not better than anyone else.

A simple lesson, but it has stayed with me forever.

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!

Happy Father’s Day


This is my dad.

My dad is a very cool guy (obvi). Very smart, very chill. And a very good dad, and all-around good person.

A little story to illustrate that? Don’t mind if I do.

So when I was a kid, we lived in Long Island. My dad worked for Lehman Brothers during the week (which is no longer a thing), http://www.lehman.com/ and my mom worked for Century 21 on the weekends.  So on the weekends, we got our dad all to ourselves.  He took us to see pee-wee football, took us to Taco Bell (which was a big deal back then, shut up), he took us to Chuck-e-Cheeses even though it was no one’s birthday, and on one occasion, took us apple-picking for like 500 hours, let us get all dirty, and to my mother’s horror, brought 3 dirty children to her office for her co-workers to see.

On this particular weekend, it was kind of cloudy and cold.  My dad called all of us outside to see this tiny bitty bird that had been sick or injured or something, and who’d fallen into the little divet thing by the basement window.  The bird was still alive, so my dad put on some of my mom’s heinous yellow kitchen gloves and picked the bird up, and he put it in the basement, where, over the next few days, we proceeded to feed the bird raisin bran in an effort to save its life.  Apparently, that bird really needed fiber, because over the week, the bird strengthened, and we were able to let it go.  But the coolest part?  So animals are incredible judges of character.  And the bird, days after we’d let it go, flew back to the house and sat on my dad’s hand, almost like, “Thanks Dude, ‘preciate that cereal, see you soon,” all whilst my grandmother and my mom hooted and hollered about my dad hanging out with this dirty creature.

So Happy Father’s Day to all the dad’s that provided their kids with insanely beautiful memories like this one.  We don’t forget it.