In the womb, the child begins its development. From birth, the child begins its evolution. The lessons, the love, and the leadership passed from father to son, are the products of design that aids to growth, of child to boy, and from boy to man. Fathers are not that well appreciated, because they do not seek acknowledgement for their kingship. Although we are too well aware of abandoning fathers, because the study of evil can block ones vision of what’s righteous. Today we leave from that, as we should do every other day. We must honor fathers, for what they have given, which is life, without fathers, mothers could not produce. We must honor fathers, for what they have given, which for each individual, is something special that one could never put into words. A father is glad, he is satisfied, when he see’s all that he has done, all that he has sacrificed, shown as worth, in a child that he, whether along with his rib or alone, help to evolve. Give thanks to the man, the father, that has been in your life, that has helped you to develop, into who you are today.
Me and the man who made sacrifices for me, during my childhood. Who kept me from the dangers of the street, who taught me how far a man would go, for the love of his first born son. A man who saved my life as a child, who never left me in need of a father. A man who did not let me lead my own self astray as I was growing from child, to boy, to teen. A man whom I must thank for the presciousness of life.
Jamaica! Jamaica! Haha. Me and the man who adopted me in my early adulthood, my late teen years. Who taught me that it’s not always blood that is thicker than water. Who taught me that unconditional love can from someone who you have never known before in your whole life up to the time of meeting them. The man who didn’t give up on me. Who saw my potential longer than I did. The man who inspired me to get up and do something! Who showed me that I had a second chance, and would give me hell every time I showed laziness or wasn’t living up to my potential, putting myself to waste. To a man who refused to give up on me, even though he had no obligations to me, who made me get up when I wanted to lay down. I could never go a day, a month, or a year along my journey, without giving much praise and honor to this man. For if it was not for this man, I could not have made it, as far as I have made so far up to this present moment.
Happy Fathers Day everyone!