An Uncle who was a Father

My uncle may be a little rough around the edges; hell, he may have been the person that said "fangers" in my last post, but one thing is for sure -- he has a heart big enough to give joy to anyone when they're feeling down.

Let me preface this story by saying this: he is my "uncle" only by title. I've lived with this man off and on for three years, including the two years before I went off to college. So, he's an "uncle" by title, but a dad by practice.

To skip the "blah blah" this, and the "blah blah" that, I'll get to the chase. My uncle's now has a live-in roommate. One that doesn't pay the rent, help with the bills, and needs constant attention, love, and care. His father.

(Hah, he's currently outside with my wife and they're pointing at me through the sliding-glass door laughing at me. God I love that man.)

Anyways, there's plenty of stories out there that portray the testament of vigilant people and life's extraodrinary circumstances, so I'll cut the details.

This is simply a post to articulate something my real-life masculinity prevents me from saying: I love this man, and without him I could not be the "success" I am today.

Thank you Uncle Sidney.

So ends the sappy, cliche story of a boy, turned man, who couldn't do it without the help of .

(As you can tell, I have a hard time expressing those things called "feelings.")

S0 -- If you have that special someone who has helped you become the person you are today, I urge you to either be thankful, or take the step I for some reason cannot -- Thank them.

I know we all would have a lot easier time writing about all those people who held us down and how we triumphed, but sometimes it's even harder to acknowledge the help we've had along the way.

God knows I needed a lot of help ...

P.S. After proofreading my post, I realized my post went a completely different direction after my uncle and wife distracted me through the window. Lol, I'm even scatter-brained while I write.