33 years ago today, two special people were preparing the world for you.

33 years ago today, two special people were preparing the world for you.

On this day, March 22, 1982, I was born with high aspirations of becoming the next famous athlete, doctor, or President of the United States just like any parent has for their children. Raised in the lower-middle class America, where yes ma’am and please is a must, I was being prepared for you.

I spent many summers mowing the 10 acre field with a push mower, going to work with my dad for 10+hour days, and riding the tractor while plowing garden. I was being prepared to become a hard worker. I was being prepared for you.

In elementary school, I was the kid the size of people two years ahead. Picked on by the older people, never let it bother me too bad. I was being prepared to handle being picked-on. I was being prepared for you.

I spent many of years in church listening to my dad preach, even while playing tic-tac-toe I was still listening. While it was dad’s job to instill faith in me and secure my future, I was being prepared for you.

The once overachiever in middle school when I firmly believed that my future and my world would be determined by how well I did in school. Turned underachiever when I realized that all A’s isn’t going to change who I can become if I make A’s and B’s. I was being prepared to handle your academic struggles. I was being prepared for you.

I moved off to community college where I often joke that they taught me economics too early. I realized that I would be far better off without a college education and flexible work hours. I was being prepared to handle your financial needs, and flexibility for Dr’s appointments. I was being prepared for you.

Shortly after dropping out of college, I moved back home and met the most beautiful person inside and out. Your mom and I fell in love with almost nothing in common and began our journey together. Till this day I don’t know of any one personally who has been proposed to in a carriage ride through the snow in the middle of Central Park. I was preparing myself to be an over the top husband, but I was really being prepared for you.

None of this was clear until one night in my sisters garage. Almost a full year before we knew of your diagnosis my purpose in life had become clear. Everything that I have faced growing up was preparing me for you.

As I look back on the past few years and seeing how you’re no longer a candidate for any clinical trials I wonder exactly why God chose to spare your life once already. I can’t help but wonder what God is preparing you for.

 

Love,

Dad

 

giverare!!!

 

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