Rich wrote those words in a scrapbook sixty years ago, not knowing the life that lay ahead of him and how many lives he will have touched by the time he was done.
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My dad could come off as a very serious guy. He had been a cop for many years, stayed in the security industry for the rest of his career and liked routine. But underneath that veneer he had a really "sick" sense of humor, as he would say.
At my wedding my dad and I were standing in a corner waiting to walk down the aisle together. He could sense I was nervous. I could tell he wanted to use that special moment he and I were sharing to impart some last words of wisdom. And that's exactly what he did. He looped my arm through his, and said to me, "It gets easier the more times you do it".
The next thing I knew, we were moving down the aisle, a shared laugh still on our lips.
At my wedding my dad and I were standing in a corner waiting to walk down the aisle together. He could sense I was nervous. I could tell he wanted to use that special moment he and I were sharing to impart some last words of wisdom. And that's exactly what he did. He looped my arm through his, and said to me, "It gets easier the more times you do it".
The next thing I knew, we were moving down the aisle, a shared laugh still on our lips.