My favorite person is my father. He's a perfect role model for an honest and hard working man. He's the type who enjoys renting a room from his own money than living in a mansion from stolen money.
He once told me he enjoys things he'd truly earned, not cheated. It makes him feel good. It also keeps his reputation clean. I have to admit I really like that. I'm not going to lie, so I'll say this: I'm not as honest as he is. I just like his views and his own encouragement to himself to keep on going as an honest man.
Also, he is a very smart man. When I was young, younger than I am now, when I used to look up to see my father's face, I asked a lot of questions. Probably more than any other kid. He always answered my questions with explanations. I don't remember him answering, "I don't know." to any of my questions. That was my mother though. She'd mostly say, "I don't know." Later I found out every question's answer is a common sense or a matter of reasoning. That's what he has taught me. that's how he always answers, and he's right all the time--he's just give the most reasonable answer or explanation.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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It takes a lot of courage to admit a fault. Awesome work.
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