Why my dad is my hero

Posted about Paul Wharton by Marie-Claire Wharton on Jun 11, 2013 | 0 comments

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My dad is hands down my hero. For many reasons but notably his strength, faith, and perseverance. My dad is the smartest person I know, not only because he is committed but because he never gives up. My dad grew up in the small town of Marietta, Ohio. Not many opportunities are available there leading him to know that he had to rely on himself in order to achieve success. He thought that the University of Miami was undoubtedly the right choice for him, but with a full schedule of classes, a several hour course load not recommended by even teachers, the stress broke him down. Why does this make him my hero? Because he kept going. A breakdown didn’t stop my dad from getting to where he was going. Giving up wasn’t an option for my dad. He transferred to Marietta College, an amazing school where he grew up and earned a degree in engineering as well as lettering in cross country. He went way past the small town he knew and demonstrated how badly he wanted success by interning several summers in Alaska and Texas. Texas being the complete opposite of the mid-Ohio valley, this was a big accomplishment that he knew he needed to do to reach his goal. Then, another obstacle hit. The oil market collapsed. The career path my dad had worked so hard for was gone. Once again, giving up was not an option. My dad went on to graduate school at The University of Texas at Austin, on a nearly full scholarship. From a small town in Ohio to one of the biggest schools in the nation. He graduated a masters in finance. He then was a director of finance at Frito-Lay, one of the biggest corporations in the nation. When he hit 40, something abnormal happened, my dad, an avid runner felt something wrong with his heart while running. He was right, it was heart disease. The doctors told us that if he waited one more day to get surgery, he would die. So then it happened, quadruple bypass surgery. My dad is a survivor. My dad is my hero. Now, retired from Frito-Lay, hes achieving his dream of becoming a teacher and helping kids achieve their dreams. He showed me to never give up, when things go badly, you keep going. He showed me the true meaning of pushing through and having faith that things will work. My dad didn’t ever give up. Not when he lost his job, not when he had to move somewhere completely new, not when he was diagnosed with heart disease, not when he retired and is now facing the challenge of getting his teaching degree and he certainly wont give up now that he has been diagnosed with spondylolisthesis. My dad has shown me that it doesn’t matter where you come from or what happens throughout your lifetime, your dreams will be achieved if you never ever stop going. That’s why my dad is my hero.

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