TITLE: Visiting Dad 3-15-19
By William Pinder
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I walked to the front door sheepishly. I knew that I would have to take the first step. The butterflies in my stomach were flying like they were on energy drinks. It felt like I was stepping off a cliff into thin air with no sign of the bottom. Knocking on the door, I prayed for the best.
A tall, muscular man answered the door. “I’m Michael,” he stated with calm confidence. “It’s great to see you.”
Who in the world is this guy? What’s a bodybuilder doing at my dad’s?
“Good to meet you, Michael,” I responded with as much positive energy as possible.
My dad entered the room wearing a huge smile. “I am glad you came to visit, son. How have you been doing?”
“Not bad. Just wanted to drop in and tell you I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize to me. You’re forgiven. I was telling Michael some stories about you.”
“Hope they were good,” I stammered. Believe me, I could rehash plenty of stories that weren’t.
“Remember that evening when we were watching the basketball game at home. Nothing like sharing a bag of peanuts with your son. We cheered the team to a great win.”
I didn’t know he remembered that. He sure never talked about it. And we never did it again.
“How about that time you drove my car to the farm? You did a great job, and you were only twelve.”
“That was fun. That was back in the days before life got so hard.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t have any good training from my parents. My dad was always on the road working as a train conductor, and my mother had her hands full with three boys. Should’ve gotten some help to figure things out when I was raising you.”
“Well, we all made plenty of mistakes. I need forgiveness just as much. Glad we’re on the right track now. I have to hit the road, Dad.”
“You made my day. I’m proud of you, son. Remember I love you.”
As I shut the door, I woke up. That was a very vivid dream. Wonder who that “Michael“ guy was?
I glanced at the business card in my hand which read, “M.T.A., Michael The Archangel.”
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