This Fathers’ Day you won’t be able to give me what I want, but you can help me get what I need–just like last year.
Even now, I reflexively delete Father’s Day offer emails. Sure, in part because they’re spam, but also because it’s my habit to mutter under my breath, “That doesn’t apply to me.” Except that now it does because I am a father, but it still doesn’t because I am still fatherless.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but my vengeance against cancer is heated by my anger. And the best vengeance is success. I’ve already succeeded despite cancer, what’s left is to succeed over cancer–to go on living after cancer itself has been defeated.
And that is why, this Father’s Day, since you can’t give me what I want–a father to send a card to–give me what I need. Feed me the fuel I need to succeed. Support my ride.
For those of you who will give, I offer up my pride. I’m extending my previous challenge deadline until Fathers’ Day, so if I raise enough money by then, I will shave my beard, my head and yes, I will shave my legs.