From one Richard Jones to another, Happy Birthday.
It’s an important day for me to celebrate, because without him getting borned, I sure wouldn’t be here at the keyboard blathering away at you dudes.
I’ve said it before and probably will again, but it is something that bears repeating: My dad is a good dude.*
He’s generous to a fault, with his time, his money and his experience.
He’s the only person I know who can whip my butt in trivia, no matter how annoying that happens to be. And it is very annoying.
Dad’s example drove me to try and get better, even if it was only so I could beat him in a game of H.O.R.S.E. or one-on-one basketball.
I’m not saying he’s perfect. Not by a long shot.
However, his good points far outweigh his bad.
A world-class orthopedic surgeon, Dad’s since retired and closed his practice, but he’s still spending his time giving folks their lives back. In addition to traveling the world to teach other doctors how to do procedures, he also takes time to fly to poor nations and work with other similarly-minded physicians to provide surgical interventions to people who otherwise would never see the inside of an operating theater and who might never be able to walk without them.
So, while I’m wishing him a happy birthday, I also wanted to thank my dad for all the good things he’s done, the good things he’s doing now and all the good he’ll do in the future.
Footnotes & Errata
* Even if he does seem to harbor some resentment for a certain wooden railing at the St. Augustin Alligator Farm and a particular laughing red macaw.