Deion Sanders Was Never Really My Hero

When I was in the 6th grade I was given the assignment to write about my hero. Immediately the first thought that came to my mind was my Dad. Shortly afterwards I thought it might be cooler if I pretended my hero was some superstar athlete. So I chose Deion Sanders, and wrote about how I thought he was awesome because he was able to play baseball and football. Aside from that fact I remember struggling to come up with any more reasons to explain why I thought he was my “hero”. I felt guilty about choosing him over my Dad, because I always knew it just wasn’t true.

My Dad was, and still is, my hero for a lot of reasons:

  • He taught me about Jesus at a young age.
  • He loved my Mom with genuine sincerity.
  • He was good at providing for his family.
  • He worked a job that I thought was cool and probably paid well.
  • He bought a broken down shack of a building and turned it into a really nice family home for us.
  • He built a pitchers mound in the yard and taught me how to pitch during little league off-seasons.
  • All of my friends thought he was awesome, and wanted a Dad like him.
  • He never spoke words that were hurtful or tore down.
  • I could trust him with anything.
  • He is thoughtful and made people feel welcomed.
  • He is funny.
  • He earns the respect of, and is able to relate to people at all levels, from a janitor to a CEO.
  • His love is unconditional.
  • He is sensible.
  • He is strong, but gentle.
  • His definition of success is centered around family.
  • He was level-headed, and that brings a lot of stability into a family.
  • I was, and still am, impressed with homes and buildings he drew.
  • He bought our family a personal computer way before most people had one. I owe him big time for this one.
  • He never gave up, and never walked away. That’s a huge accomplishment.
  • Never once did he put his hands on our mother.
  • I fell in a lake when I was real young, and he jumped in to save me.

I could attribute most of what I know and believe from what I learned from him. I would be a lot stronger and a lot wiser if I would have embraced his love and wisdom growing up, instead of trying too hard to be cool. There’s no shame at all in being a “Daddy’s Boy”. So to anyone who has a good Dad, my advice would be to embrace that relationship. Honor him and bless him. He deserves it, and you’ll be glad you did.