Day 27: Back on the Road; Happy ‘Not a Father’s Day’
Back on the road again. About 3000 miles to go to get back to my starting point of Rome, Georgia. I left LA a little after 8 this morning, hoping to get about 300 miles under my belt today. I took a break in Azusa, California at a Jack in the Box restaurant and two men said “Happy Father’s Day” to me. Okay, one added, “You’ve got to be crazy riding a motorcycle today. Supposed to get over 100 degrees.” But we skip over that comment for now.
I am very fortunate to be the proud father to three beautiful and kind adult children but it got me thinking about the non-fathers, men without children of their own, who had influenced and nurtured me while I was growing up. There were a lot of them! I started compiling a good long list of men who unselfishly gave time to help me without expecting anything in return. They were a mixture of black, white, Catholic, Protestant and Jewish and went by the names of Julius, Frank, Alan, Father George and Father Bill. Without their interest and support, for better or worse, I would not be the person I am today. I needed them, they were good role models and I’m so grateful they took the time to help me. I was quite a rascal growing up! I want to say thank you to them and to all the other non-fathers out there who take time to nurture the mind, body and spirits of young people. I’m sure you can think of a few in your life. We appreciate you too even though you don’t have a day of your own. We wouldn’t be the same without you.