One of the greatest gifts I have received from my father=individual memories that I wish the world could see.
Even though I was never fond of dancing-He made me appreciate the purpose of “getting on the dance floor…to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.” He made me a pretty good Little League baseball player, by randomly tossing things my way, even if I wasn’t looking. He is 90-years-old, and will still attempt to do this. At 50-years-old, I believe, perhaps, that I have finally “caught on.”
Whenever I hear this song: It makes me think of my father coming home from one full-time job…on his way to another. He would have just enough time to shit, shower, and shave his way back to breaking his back for his family.
This song would come on, and my 13-year-old, Old Spice memories of Brute Aftershave suddenly merge with my modern-day, middle-aged mind…because, even though he was tired= he danced like crazy…He never failed to succeed because he wasn’t afraid to dance against all obstacles.~Daryl