Happy Fathers' Day!
Fathers play a huge role in the lives of their children. Mine is no different. He remains larger than life, for reasons I continue to have a front row seat to.
Sometime in the mid-1980s, I distinctly remember following him along with my mum and sis to pick up a power drill from the Metro Golden Mile branch along Beach Road (we hung out there a lot!). I would excitedly prepare to be his assistant whenever there was a handyman-type job to do at home, from changing power plugs, clearing chokes, drilling holes for pictures and the like, amongst countless other things.
I had a handyman job at home this morning. That is the same power drill, around 35 years old, now in my home, still going strong. I must admit to have had my head turned on occasion, especially when I would pass by the hardware section of Mustafa or some other store. The new fangled cordless drills look particularly enticing, especially when they are on sale. But I always stopped myself. Because old is gold.
Thank you for teaching me all the things you have dad. I may not be the best handyman, but I am getting better, thanks to you!