Not a day goes by that I don't recognize the influence my Dad has had on my life. I think of his work ethic, his morality, his sense of decency, the way he treats people and always gives them a fair shake. I think of all the weekends he wasted driving me around to hockey tournaments and freezing his butt off in those cold arenas just to watch me play. I think of how he taught me to use the hammer, table saw, drill press, but mostly I remember that he instilled in me a sense of worth, self confidence and decency. People say I'm just like him, and that makes me proud.
I'd thank God my father wasn't a muslim, but there is no God - especially for this poor girl.
Ahh the joys of fatherhood.