Lessons From My Father - Never Give Up Your Dreams

John came to the United States as a Ukrainianand will never walk again. He needs to stop trying to
immigrant when he was 14 years old. Unable to speakget out of bed and accept the fact that he can't walk
English but willing to do anything to succeed, Johnnow or ever. Every time I walk out of his room, he
learned the language, became a barber, and openedtries to get out of the bed and then falls on the floor. I
up his own business in the small town of Cliftonam sick of picking him up and you better warn him to
Heights, PA. He put two daughters through college andstay put!"
one through medical school during a time when mostWith that, she steamed out of the room, thinking she
people thought that women didn't need an educationhad dealt with her problem patient. My father smiled,
and that they should be satisfied getting married andput his arms behind him on the bed to brace himself,
having children. He had his faults but he gave us valuesand immediately tried to lift himself out of that bed. He
and ambition - a mighty combination. But this storyspent a great deal of time on the floor that year, but
doesn't really start until my father was 60 years old.he eventually got up and walked. He never sprinted
I was preparing to get married and my father wasacross a room - it was more a will that propelled half
attempting to practice the polka, a must at anyof his body forward and dragged the other half to
Ukrainian wedding. But he couldn't do it! He had lostcatch up.
significant mobility in his leg and was soon diagnosedMy father lived nineteen more years after that second
with a brain tumor. One surgery later, this energetic,brain surgery. He bought himself a motorized scooter
hard-working man was forced to retire as a result ofand spent years zipping around the streets of
significant paralysis in his right arm and leg. My Dad hadPhiladelphia. He was proud, free, and always smiling.
always worked two jobs and spent his spare timeMy Father's Lesson: My father planted a belief deep in
working around the house. Now his life came to amy heart that taught me to never give up. No matter
screeching halt. Yet never once did he complain. Hewhat misfortune comes your way, shove it aside and
bought rubber balls for physical therapy and spent hisgo for your dreams. Go for it and never give up. This
days trying to regain his hand mobility by squeezingis the lesson my father taught me and I then taught
those balls over and over. A few years later, fatemy son.
threw him another curve ball. He was diagnosed with aMy dear, sweet father died at age 89 in a nursing
recurring brain tumor.home. He was sharing a room with a man who was
I will never forget the day I went to visit him after hisblind. When the blind man dropped something, my
second brain surgery. Smiling as always, he chattedfather leaned over to help him pick it up, lost his
pleasantly in the hospital room until a nurse flew intobalance, and hit his head. To the last minute of his life,
the room, waving her finger at me, and yelling, "Youhe was reaching out to others.
better tell your father to stay in bed. He is paralyzedDad - I Will Never Give Up on My Dreams.