This is just soo Mr. Baker.
If there is one thing that my dad has taught me, it’s how to have fun. His number one lesson to me was always to break the “silly” rules, but if you get caught to immediately own up to it and be honest. And believe me, my dad has enough traffic tickets to live up to his motto. I always knew when he was annoyed with someone for getting to caught up in the rules, because he would explain to me simply that they were an “A Type personality.” I knew this meant that if I was going to be my like my daddy I couldn’t be confined to a box of expectations, silly details or meaningless schedule.
My dad taught me how to speed on the highway behind another car, how to hike the Appalachian trail, how to camp on the snow, how to make spitballs and utilize them in resteraunts, how to sing with all my might with a brush in the bathroom , how to linger and enjoy family long after a meal and how to love people furiously. He taught me to empathize with people positions and opinions as a result of their past, how to mediate disputes and how to go to someone and tell them if you are hurt or offended.
He taught me how to skip class in high school to go to PJ’s Pancake House and enjoy the Princeton Art Museum.
He taught me to defend the underdog, to bring in the outsider and to never slander anyone’s character. He never let me quit on my commitments whether it was swim team, softball or a job. He taught me how to fish in the Delaware, jump into Narnia and love children with knock-down- hugs. He showed me how to see life as an adventure, and to never miss an opportunity to explore a new place or face. He showed me that camping with 100,000 other people in a valley in Pennsylvania is the greatest fun you can have. He showed me the joy of mornings by bouncing me on my bed and taking me on adventures in Yardley after we were stuffed with Charcoal Steaks n Things.
I have “given him my eyeballs” throughout my life and I can say that I respect him more than any other man.
More than anything my dad taught me how to “love on” my heavenly Father whether by raising a literal Jesus flag, dancing around in worship or kneeling before Him. He was never afraid to get undignified in the presence of the Lord or to apologize to us personally if he was convicted for something he did. He showed us how to take communion and pray together after as family, how to discern the things of God and how to serve your church unconditionally.
Thanks, dad. I honestly believe you are the best one out there.