My Father's Sacrifice

Ok, now you think this is just another trite blog. Not true. Growing up my daddy worked for a factory near our home. I remember that he worked every day, all day. I don't think he ever had a sick day. I was always very self-consious of my looks as a teen. I had a horrific problem with hugh zits all over my face. Numerous people stopped me in stores at different times asking me if I had chicken pox. I was mortified. In junior high the boys would bark when I walked by. Although I was a nearly straight-A student with a contagious personality, I knew I was ugly! SO, when time came for my senior pictures came, I did not want to go!

I noticed my daddy worked a lot of overtime that year. But, somehow he always made time for mom and me. Then I was told that I had an appointment with a dermatologist who prescribed a medication to get rid of the zits. Afterwhich, I got new glasses. Then, I got six new caps on my front teeth to cover up the yellowed discoloration of the tetracycline I had to take as an infant. When I finally had my senior pix taken, I felt self-confident and actually "non-ugly."

Later, my mom told me that my "makeover" was made possible by the sacrifice my dad made by working those long hours in a hot factory to make the overtime pay. To this day, I remember his sacrificial gift and I am thankful for that! Although there are days that at the age of 45 I still do NOT feel pretty, I think of my father's love and sacrifice and then I KNOW I am beautiful because of that.