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My father was a deadbeat. To be honest, I never really considered him a father at all. He never earned that title, and he never lived up to what it meant.
When I was about twelve or thirteen years old, I flew to Tampa to visit him. It was the first time I had ever been on a plane by myself. I remember feeling excited and terrified at the same time. My mom didn’t go with me. I was just a kid flying alone to see a man I barely knew.
My father worked as a caddy on the Senior PGA Tour. One day he took me to the golf course where he was working. After the round ended, all the caddies went to a local bar. Apparently that was their routine—work all day, then drink all night.
So there I was, a young kid sitting in a bar full of grown men getting drunk.
I sat there for hours while they drank. Eventually the place started closing down, and my father was completely hammered. At some point the bartenders cut him off. That’s when everything turned ugly.
He became loud, angry, and hostile. A scene broke out, and the bouncers ended up physically throwing him out of the bar. Watching that terrified me. I remember just wanting to go home.
We got into a taxi to go back to the motel. But that ride turned into another nightmare. My father was so drunk and belligerent that he started arguing with the driver. Eventually the driver pulled over and kicked him out of the car.
The driver tried to help me. He said he wanted to take me somewhere safe and call the police. But I told him I lived in another state and was only visiting my dad. I didn’t know where else to go.
The situation escalated again. The driver and my dad ended up fighting on the side of a busy road. Our motel was still several blocks away. At that point I was in complete distress. I was standing there on the side of the road crying uncontrollably with no idea what to do.
Nothing ever really calmed down. My dad remained belligerent and drunk the entire time. The chaos never stopped—it just shifted.
I don’t remember exactly how long we stood there on the side of the road. Time felt strange. I just remember feeling scared, helpless, and wanting it all to end.
Eventually we started walking back toward the motel. It was several blocks away. It was well past midnight, and the streets felt dark and empty. I walked beside him in silence, still shaken from everything that had happened, just hoping we would get back without anything else going wrong.
When we finally got back to the room, I just wanted to escape—but I had nowhere to go. I laid down and cried myself to sleep while my dad passed out on the bed.
But the night still wasn’t over.
At some point I woke up to a strange noise. My father was still so drunk that he had gotten out of bed and started urinating right there in the room—on the floor and onto the bed I was sleeping in.
I remember screaming for him to stop. But he was so intoxicated he had no idea what he was doing.
So I laid there crying again, in a bed soaked in urine, praying for God to save me.
The next day I called my mom and begged her to change my flight. I flew home alone.
I think I only saw my father once or twice again after that.
It was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.
And yet, if you asked me today whether I would choose the same father again, the answer is yes.
Not because of what he gave me, but because of what he showed me.
He showed me exactly what not to be.
Because of him, I know how important it is for a child to feel safe. Today I pour every ounce of love I have into my two sons. My goal is simple: they will never question whether their father is there for them.
Many people allow traumatic experiences to define them or excuse their shortcomings. I made a different choice.
I refused to let that moment break me.
Instead, it became the reason I became the best version of myself.
And most importantly, it made me determined to never become the man he was