This is the kind of father that I want to be – even if but metaphorically.
But, should my son ever become paralyzed and ask me to run a marathon with him, I’m on it – low back pain (probably from running too many previous races) be damned.
My father was never very athletic, but he was—and remains—my rock. Thank you Dad for being there for me in so many ways.
Happy Father’s Day everyone.
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