Happy Father's Day...

... to wonderful fathers everywhere. I lost my own special dad twenty seven years ago, but he feels as close to me as ever. He still whispers in my ear when I get despondent, gently nudges me back on the path of self belief whenever I veer off, and urges me toward my goals and dreams. I can hear his wise words in many situations. Dad was an armchair philosopher, a sage with an encouraging smile. He could also be tough when required, and didn't mince his words. Whenever I said I couldn't do something, he'd tell me in no uncertain terms that if that's what I believed, then that was what would become true.

To dad - my very first hero.