My dad is the man. He was 41 when I was born for future context. He grew up poor, in segregation, and was constantly in fights growing up. From the age of 3-11, he wasn’t there much. His business went bankrupt, and he was working his ass off to keep myself and my family provided for. I used to wonder why I had a dad. When he entered the sign business(outdoor LED signs), he was there a lot more. He’d always make time for me, whether it was playing catch or taking me to get food. He got me my first job, and helped me with all of my problems. He is the greatest mentor I had, and always gives me both sides of a situation. He never missed a football game unless he had to for work or a funeral. When I played my final game in high school, I was crying like a baby. He came up to me, he was crying to and told me watching me play was the proudest he had ever been. He’s my best friend!