Mr. Rock is tall with a gray crown of hair encircling his head. His posture is neither rigid nor slumped. Rather, he stands as one who has felt the weight of the world and yet has conquered it. He is a “jack of all trades”; an expert handyman. He never wears long sleeves if he can help it and uses phrases such as “I don’t give a rat’s banana”. He is subtly sarcastic and it takes a specially attuned ear to catch his humor. In everything he is determined and he won’t give up until something is finished. Mr. Rock is the foundation of my family; the immovable man.
However, just because he’s strong, doesn’t mean that he isn’t sensitive. Mr. Rock is thoughtful and kind and will do anything for his family. Oftentimes he will tell stories of his childhood with a country mother and an urbanite father. Those are the times when I sit back and try to remember every word. The stories are of just one generation before mine, yet I feel as if they are from a different century altogether. So much has changed in such a short time and I fear that if I don’t listen well, that time in the past will be forgotten.
Therefore, Mr. Rock is someone whose stories must be written down, and that is exactly what I hope to do. Mr. Rock has helped to mold me into the person I am, and for that I think he is one of the best people in the world. I am so proud to be able to have him as my dad and to grow up under his guidance.