Happy Father's Day!

As you probably already know, it's Father's Day! So to all the fathers out there, Happy Father's Day! I'm 99.999% sure that my father will not read this blog post. But since this is my personal blog, I have the right to express my thoughts on any subject without being egotistic or selfish. Oh, the power of blogs! So if you don't want to read about my personal opinion on how I have a tremendous dad, don't read on.

While other fathers taught their sons and daughters how to play golf or to even catch a ball, my father didn't do any of that. I don't think I saw my father half as much (Probably more than half) as my friends did while growing up but he certainly had the best explanation for such, he was out working night and day so my family could have a wonderful life. But don't feel bad for it was a great childhood. It was extra special when he cooked steak/lamb chops on Thursday (The only day he wasn't working).

My father was "traditional" in some respects though. He taught all his children how to ride bicycles. He taught all his children how to drive (All as soon as possible, permits at 15.5 years old). As with most fathers, growing up he encouraged the career of being a doctor. As an Asian parent, the required piano lessons and early adoption of math were forced upon us. My father pushed the importance of education (especially we had that opportunity and he didn't) and technology. I remember on weekends as a child, he would force me to type books on our Windows 95 PC so I would be a faster typist; he knew the importance of computers and technology at that time. I really appreciated this because 1. I killed it in middle school when they had typing class 2. Typing games were so easy 3. It's a necessary skill in today's world. And the most traditionally, he was quite strict and kept us in line when we are crazy!

My father has taught and has continued to teach me one of the most important aspects of life: The idea of giving back. I can't think of one selfish act that he has committed (Maybe one trip to Las Vegas with family and living us kids home alone! Joking.). Throughout my entire life, I have seen him give his time to help others, whether it is helping friends and family come and settle in America (Endless amounts of time at the DMV), helping people whenever they call upon it, and the list goes on and on. He was so selfless that he often volunteered my siblings and me to help others that needed it (especially because many of our friends and family didn't speak English fluently). At first, I was quite irritated by this but I came to realize it's something I had time for (Sacrificing nap time) and it was something I should do. It may have not been an intention lesson from my father but it was certainly installed in me that giving back with what you have is important.

I could go on and on about how awesome my father is but it would end up as a full out book and I won't go there. So I will end with: Thanks, dad!

P.S. I wish I will look as half as good as my father when I'm his age and be a single percent of a man that he is.