Today, January 14th, is my father’s birthday, a man I never met.
A strange thing to be able to say you never met you own father. It was fall day that Sunday, November 20th when my father, a pilot, alone flew a stunt plane up into the blue sky for a few of his friends, as they, including my mother and brother stood watching. The plane's motor stalled and dove back to the ground. That one day changed many lives, including my own. Almost a month later I was born. I learned about my father from stories told from friends and family, that he
was a very kind, generous man. This is the beginning chapter in my book of life, a chapter with only memories that have come from others, not my own, a chapter molding me into the person I have become. Happy birthday to my daddy, William.