I know that my dad is still alive, and it might mean more if I wrote a tribute to someone who passed away, but I feel like my dad is a little bit more meaningful.
My dad made me the person I am today. He makes me work hard for something I want, and he never lets me get away with anything without a consequence -even the slightest things like mowing the lawn or cleaning my room. I even have to work around my house to make money.
And when it comes to soccer he makes me work really hard, he would lecture me if I missed a shot or if I made a bad dribble. I love him for that and that´s what will make me a better person in the future and will help me with life.
I remember when I was four, and my dad and I went to the video store to return a movie and then stop by the toy store for a little present.
Then on the way to the store my dad got into a car accident and was hit by the side of the car. I remember looking at him and starting to tear up and cry because I saw my dad crunched in the seat ( I was in the seat behind him). It looked horrifying! After a little an ambulance drove to our car and took me and my dad out. When I saw my dad was alive, I hugged him until we got home.
Sometimes we all say that we hate out parents but deep down you love them. You know you don´t want to miss having the chance to telling how great they are until you had life or death experience.
So, thanks, Dad.
