As we walk through the small town, he meets and waves to many. Most people don’t call him by his official names, but by the name of a brand he has built over the last thirty-three years. Across the street someone shouts “his name”, actually his brand name. He seems thrilled and am sure that this must be one of his closest friends. He requests that we cross the street, and as we do, he reminds to be careful, so typical of him. He introduces me with what describes me best- a story for another day. “You don’t even need to introduce her” the friend says. “You look so alike” he continues. We look at each other and laugh-happens all the time. He cuts the friend short because my time with him was limited and we had important matters to discuss.
I had driven three hours just to talk and lunch with him. I don’t want to call it a lunch date but rather a father-daughter lunch.
Three days before this, he had called and as we talked he told me that from my voice he knew something was not okay and he wanted us to talk. These were his actual words “Something you are not telling me must be going on. Am your friend and I want us to talk” Hearing these words I got emotional and I knew, I had to talk to my father. He not only listens, but he gives the best advice.
I remembered this flow of events as I was listening to this song by Tim MacGraw. This is a song that reads and sounds like a parent’s letter to a child who’s about to fly the coop, with the protagonist compiling a list of important life lessons, including “Don’t expect a free ride from no one.”
A song that encapsulates everything that I love about country music. It’s a guitar vocal, it’s stripped down, it’s the truth. It’s the kind of truth that can sort of make you uncomfortable and emotional.
There is something about art and hence always find myself linking some of my posts to a song that strikes a chord or two of my emotions. This is a song that made me pause for a minute and think. Think about how my father. He sits me down and takes his time to talk to me. He encourages me about 1001 things. He reminds me that am a star. That I am a Titan.
Back to my story. We talked and you can bet your bottom dollar I drove back to the city not only a happy young lady but with a lighter heart and so much hope for the future.
I don’t take it for granted I have both of my parents and they are not only loving and caring but also truthful and open with me. They tell me what I need to hear even when I don’t want to hear it. Well, most times, they package it in a nice way.
Humble and Kind reminded me of some of the most critical advice that my father gave me during that specific moment and am glad it has brought me so far.
I have moments when I seemed to have lost it all, but my father reminds me, that he has lost it all along the way but he never lost sight of his dream. Just like Martin Luther King Junior…. he had a dream. I have learned to remain grateful, strong, hopeful and for sure, events always realign to my favor. He has taught me to take pride in my achievements and stay humble. Just as Tim says,
“When the dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride but
Always stay humble and kind”
Don’t hold a grudge or a chip and here’s why
Bitterness keeps you from flying
Always stay humble and kind.
Mad and much respect for our parents & cheers to staying humble and Kind.