Happy Father's Day
My dad has been my coach and tutor all my life. In middle school it was systems of equations and ping pong; in high school it was chemistry and derivatives; in college it was how to shoot a 9mm (I had a near death experience involving firearms at Berkeley). More recently he has become my personal billiards coach, training me every Sunday to hustle men much older and more gangster than me.
Then there are the life lessons unrelated to academics or sports, such as how to cut a watermelon so that each piece has a fair distribution of the sweet middle portion and the less desirable end pieces by the rind, how to smoke a cigar, and how to make a ping pong ball disappear with fire.
Despite hours of instruction on such variety of skills, the most impactful contribution he has made in my life is raising my sister and I no differently than how he would have raised boys. We never grew up with the notion that girls do certain hobbies or are only good at certain subjects in school. He just taught us that we can be good at anything as long as we work hard.
It took 27 years for me to realize and appreciate the unique way my dad raised us, and I attribute any success I've had in school, work, or the pool hall to my pops.
Happy belated father's day.