It was pretty clear that by the age of 16, I knew just about everything there was to know. My Dad, by contrast simply didn't understand the world. My music, sense of humor, taste in movies, all out of his reach. It was ok, he was old, old people just didn't get it.
By the time I was 18 I realized that there might be some things I hadn't learned or experienced yet. My Dad, by comparison had really picked up his game and became a good sounding board and source of advice. He helped me avoid a few mistakes and had some really decent ideas the paid off for me.
By the age of 22 it dawned on me that in the scale of human knowledge (which is itself only a fraction of all knowledge) I know practically nothing. Dad, by this point, had become a varitable sage, my consigliere, the man who has to this day helped me navigate some of the greatest challenges of my life.
It's funny how much our parents learn in those years when we're growing up. With all that's going on in the world, and the nosiness of our modern lives, we don't stop to acknowledge those who have been a positive influence, source of support, and genuine friends nearly as often as we should.
So for those who have been a great, positive influence in my life (there are far too many to list):
THANK YOU.
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