Dads teach. It’s just what they do. And some lessons are more valuable and impactful than others. One key lesson I learned happened when I was a kid.
I was skiing and, like I always did, I decided to bomb a hill to see how fast I could go. What I didn’t see was the jump directly in my path about halfway down the run. I hit it at full speed, caught incredible air, felt cool for a sec, and then tumbled down the run in spectacular fashion, losing my skis, poles, and even my mittens. My dad followed, collected my gear, and skied his way down to me. In tears, I said I wanted to be done. In true dad fashion, he told me we could go when I had skied one more run.
To this day, that lesson about getting up and trying one more time guides how I live. No matter how badly I may get beat up trying something, I know I always have to try just one more time. It’s always on that final attempt that the magic happens.
So, on this Father’s Day, I have to thank @richardwagenknecht
for instilling that ferocity in me. Here’s to the dad that can still ride circles around me and continues to show me what tough really looks like. Love you, dad. #fathersday