When I found out I was going to be a father, I thought my world just came to an end. But it was only the beginning.
I was determined to raise the best boys I possibly could. Honest, hard workers. I would do my best to teach them not to make the same mistakes I did. That’s what a friend would do.
But in order to be a friend, a real friend, I have to be their father FIRST. I have to teach them about work ethic. Being on time. Being honest. Standing your ground. Working when you really don’t feel like it. This put me at odds with my boys many times. It’s put me at odds with their friends, girl friends, and even my wife at times.
People can say what they want about me, my wife and I have raised damn good boys.