I can't help but think of my Dad when I read the Desiderata poem in my entry below. I first read the poem on a poster that my Dad had hanging in his TV room back in 1976. It's also the year I met my Dad for the first time. Well, the first time that I remember. The year this photo was taken. You see, I was adopted when I was a baby by my Step-Father. Until, the time of this picture, I didn't even know. I thought my Adoptive Father was my dad, actually my Daddy.
I don't really remember how it all came about. I know that it was after my Mom had divorced my Daddy and I was staying with my grandparents for the summer. After that time, my brother, Chris, and I would spend a couple of weeks each summer with my Dad and the rest of the time with my grandparents. I would read that poem every summer, over and over again. I fell in love with it. One year my Dad asked me what I wanted for a present, probably for my birthday, or Christmas, and I told him I wanted a copy of Desiderata. So, that year he got me a plaque with it on it.
The message is simple but quite meaningful. It brings me down to earth, yet lets me soar above the trees!