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The Man That Made Me Believe In Impossibilities

How do I write about a man whose loud presence can’t be ignored? How do I begin to describe a man whose life should be written down in volumes of books, a man whose battles and achievements could literally make you wonder why you have never tried out that daredevil in you? A man whose blind faith and roaring spirit will leave you believing that anything is possible, as long as you just do it!

I have never written down anything much about my father, mostly because words won’t do him justice and because you need to experience him to actually know who he is. He is tough, he is loud, he is sharp and witty, he never gives up and he is simply my papa. I know I will never get it right when it comes to the adjectives that could describe papa, mostly because he is more than words.


He’s the man who’s taught me to live in the moment, because we can’t really trust the future. A man who’s taught me to be witty, because sometimes you have to outdo the book smarts to survive. A man who’s taught me to keep going, even when everything goes wrong and with no hope in sight. A man whose hard work and sweat made me see the role God had in mind for fathers. His tough demeanor will fool anybody, but deep down lies a great man with whom I have learnt so much and I will always be thankful for and grateful for all he has done, NO MATTER WHAT! 

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