My dad is the oldest of three children, just like me. Growing up, he moved around a lot and therefore didn’t end up graduating from the same high school that he started at. Unlike me, he didn’t have much continuity in his early life. I’m grateful for the hard work ethic that he has instilled in me and has shown as an example for me to follow.
One of his favorite stories that he tells all the time is about the time his first car got ripped open by a bear while on a camping trip. It taught me that you can work hard for something (him buying his first car) but then have it destroyed from a small mistake (leaving crumbs in the car). This story keeps me motivated to be detail oriented and persistent when obstacles come in my way.
This is my dad, and he is my family.