The Strongest Man in the World

The strongest man in the world is only as strong as the man you remember him to be. I remember my father to be the strongest man in the world.

I remember being a kid and knowing my dad was the toughest dad, as all boys do. I remember the rumbling sound as I sat on the bus and the other kids would look out the window and wonder who that man was on that monster of a rumbling machine and say, “Is that your Dad!?” and I would jump up and get off the bus in time to jump on the back of that rumbling monster of a motorcycle and ride home and I would be beaming knowing all those other kids knew my dad was at least as tough as the toughest dad. I remember my dad turning wrenches, lifting things no other man could lift, and reaching into places there were things no one would reach and up to things no one could reach and I would wonder if I could ever be as big a man as he was. He was the strongest man in the world.

I remember wondering if there were anything he couldn’t do. He would ask me to help him from time to time, but I’m sure it was because he loved me as a son, not because he needed me, because I know he could do anything. He was the strongest man in the world. He would rebuild a car, a motorcycle, something in the house, all of it. He built two houses and asked for my help making me feel a part of it all. He wasn’t only the strongest man, he knew who I was and who I could be if he helped me be that man. I was a boy, and he built up the boy, and then I was a man. Then was the day I know he knew would come and the rest of us never really thought would and he knew I would be man enough and, then it was…

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