It's hard to thank the men in our lives for raising us by giving them a polyester tie from Sears, or a 116-piece screwdriver set from Wal-Mart, or bringing in a plate of burnt toast at the ungodly hour of 5:30 in the morning interrupting their sleep on a Sunday morning. A phone call, or an evening dinner, or a gift certificate to Bass Pro Shops will never repay the sacrifice and dedication that so many giants have given to us every single day of our lives. People, I'm telling you the men that have shaped us are worth more than anything we can ever comprehend.
And all I can say is that for the 26 years I was able to have this man in my life, I was, and always will be, the luckiest little kid in the world.
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