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Happy Father's Day 2017

I wanted to preface this post with the fact I'm not a father myself. I would gladly fulfill that role if need be, but I'm not currently. And I realize that everyone will exclaim that I have the best father ever. Well, my retort is to say I have the best father for me.
What Father's Day Means To Me is to pause and give thanks to the man I proudly call my Dad. Being raised by Charles C Bayne was an interesting experience to say the least. As I innately knew that his love for his children, consequently me, would drive all his decisions about my upbringing.

What Father's Day Means To Me

Growing up I would ask my Dad all sorts of questions because he was the closest adult that I knew, and frankly, he knew (knows?) everything! And looking back, many of the things he taught me and said to me were ... genius. When I parrot any of his thousands of sayings, the listening audience either acknowledges the truth in it or accepts it as fact.
I just didn't realize it at the time it was pure genius based on his life experiences.
For example, one of the first things he taught me was What Father's Day Means To Me (him) - Spending time with the family doing whatever makes us happy! Most of the time it was barbecue and inviting others over to to visit.
One of the best gifts he ever gave me was his Two Rules of Life. 1 - %&!<> Happens. 2 - A Man's Gotta Do What A Man's Gotta Do. Note: Any problem with Rule 1, see Rule 2. Any problem with Rule 2, see Rule 1.
What Father's Day means to me is to remember those rules and apply them daily to my life since that day forward.
My Dad also taught me to be a man in American society. What does that mean? It means the following tenets.
  • To be the best co-worker, friend, partner, brother and son, I could possibility be. 
  • To value team and group work, because you'll always need someone's else help in the long journey of life. 
  • To understand that if you can help someone that you should because in your darkest hours perhaps that help will come to you (it might not) 
  • To be loving, caring, understanding, patient, tolerant, kind, courteous, thoughtful, brave, courageous, always striving for the win (solution) 
  • To be accepting of the loss, leveraging my strengths yet minimizing my weaknesses, let diplomacy, and decorum preside over hostile confrontations.
  • To be ready to fight for what's right or fair, realizing that I am a small cog in the machine of life so my actions maybe insignificant and have little impact in the community, social circle, or village I live in, at least it's indicative of me.
  • To be my best whenever and whatever.
So when someone asks me what Father's Day means to me, these are the first thoughts that pop into my head. What happens to you?

As always, be good like you should, and if you can't be good, be good at what you DO!
Mic drop *bOoM*
'los; out

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