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How Doordash is Healing My Relationship With My Dad
“God damn it, boy! If you don’t listen, you will feel.”
Hey, Dad. I never told you this, but thanks for working 2–3 jobs and damn near killing yourself to put a roof over our heads and food on our plates growing up.
I know you think I don’t like you. But really, I’m not sure what you think. Because I go by what Mom and them tell me. They tell me you think I am distant because you weren’t around enough when I was growing up.
Well, I’m here to tell you, that’s not the case.
I loved all the times you took me fishing, and I had such excitement I couldn’t sleep the night before. And the years you coached my baseball team, and when we would hit home runs, you were there to pick us up and swing us around at home plate in celebrations was a fantastic feeling!
Or what about when I would challenge you for a race to the stop sign when I was what? Maybe eight years old? We’d both jump off the porch and take off running like hell to make it to the stop sign. Yea, you would beat me at times, and sometimes you’d let me win, but I didn’t know that. I just had fun racing you.
Also, what about when you were laid off, and Mom was working, and you would make us your famous potato…
