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The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
I don't know why any of you haters are surprised I'm the one actually engaging here.
You're the ones who've obsessively pored over the 10,000 photos, the 30,000 text messages, and the 128,000 emails from my hacked iCloud and stolen devices.
If I am anything, I am prolific.
You know what you won't find? Any of the most heinous, hateful things you keep posting about me.
What you'll find from me here is the same thing you found there.
Total transparency. Finally on my terms. Not yours.
One more nostalgia.
There was a failed script idea I pitched for FFV. As some of the team may still remember, I called this story The Storm. It was a story about a world that always catastrophically ends in a closed loop of time and space. A handful of sages aware of the loop formed an assassin temple to eliminate the two couples they refer to as The Fiends who are to destroy the world. After numerous failed attempts, one of the high sages decides to leave the temple in order to try raising a fiend right. The boy (I named him Tao), a war orphan upbrought by the sage sets off on a journey to save the other three fiends out of their hard lives while the temple pursues them. Eventually, time and space entwine. They confront the villainous version of themselves. The "branched possibilities" is one of my favorite themes. I wrote this story inspired by a song Morning After (the song for the movie Poseidon Adventure sung by Maureen McGovern, I prefer the original Renée Armand version).
Tomo la imagen de un politico de extrema derecha, le puso barba y dijo que era un hombre trans. Los transfobos dijeron que tenia "obvios" rasgos femeninos y las terfs que no tendrian miedo de estar con el en los baños porque "we can always tell you are female"
This might be the worst thing I have read in my life.
I should have gotten citizenship because I am a raging racist like the rest of you is an incredibly painful pitch to sell.