April 19th- BMW, Dad, And Dodger Baseball

Earlier this evening, I ended up in a car ride with my dad we listened to the Dodger Game on the radio.
Not very unusual, because he usually listens to Sports. However, Dodgers will always be special to me.
Let us go back twenty years, I was four and barely with the innocence of a child and no credo.
Four years old with my dad at Dodger Stadium, with my dad, father, papa that was my first memory.

I remember feeling the soap getting in my eyes and crying, but my dad was there to wipe away my tears.
Do I remember who won or who lost or even who they were playing? I honestly could not tell you.
I remember my dad was there for me to make me smile and that I was safe from life's deepest, darkest fears.
Even now, he is accepting, understanding, and most importantly loving, of whatever I want to do.

That is why I love rooting for the Dodgers. Win or Lose. They take me back to a time of innocence.
Most of all, I learned that night that I know my dad be there when I need his guidance and love.
There I was a child now an adult but there is solace that my dad's love conquers time and distance.
His support and love, combined and equal with my mother's support love is a gift from up above.

Pleasant drive, pleasant ride, some good quality time with my dad the sun was setting and I was happy.
We were on the way to pick up my mom and visit some family from her side then his side.
We spent the night eating great food, and I spent time with my cousins, food and family...the best therapy.
At 11:30 we left the last house on the circuit, and I felt all my troubles fall off the freeway, on the wayside.

Right before we exited I saw a sight. The current models of BMW on Display from the Dealership.
Let us go back ten years, I was fourteen. Full of angst but more of wonder, and daydreams.
I remember James Bond drove a BMW, and all I wanted one too...that one important pink slip.
My dad would often call the roadster my car, to feed my hopes so that my aspiration gleams.

I always wanted a convertible, and I did not expect it as my first car, it meant more it was BMW.
The reason it meant more is because my dad's first major investment was his BMW, still in our driveway
I may have given up a lot for it, but it was not about the material, it has much more sentimental value.
One day I hope that we both can drive our cars side by side that would be a really great day.

These connections, these memories are all just examples of how lucky I am my that my dad is my dad.
Always there for me, showed me the difference between right and wrong, and how to be a great man.
From the Dodger Games, to my beautiful car, examples of his love and support that outlives any fad.
He taught me to not take shit, or give shit. On top of that he  taught me the importance to have plan.