The man who brings “Take it in stride” to a new level
The impatient have forever struggled when surrounding others act slowly, execute poorly, or change course without warning. For those of you unfamiliar to impatient impulses, it’s a constant inner battle to keep from expressing displeasure whens things aren’t moving at your pace.
I inherited my most of my mother’s traits, a bit of impatience included (she’ll be the first to admit it, plus I wrote a Mother’s Day post for her so I’m in the clear for a while). Admittedly, it’s one of my worst traits, and frankly I’m growing impatient with my lack of progress to relinquish the impatient tendencies. It nearly always leads to increased negativity and adds to heightened levels of worrying, so basically it’s a lose lose, lose. It can be a fun killer, a day ruiner, a relaxation executioner – and it never affects my father.
For those of you that don’t know him, my dad is the ultimate positivity crux. He enjoys just about everything excluding brussels sprouts and shopping. He’s the most likable guy I know, and for good reason. To give perspective, during my high school years, most of the student section would cheer and call his name when he walked into the gym during a basketball game. Of course, he’d acknowledge my friends with a lunging power fist pump, to a following ovation. In short, he’s a successful, likable, easy going and most importantly, patient, man.
I can’t begin to fathom the amount of times my dad could have lost all patience with me. I was many times a handful of trouble and difficulty, but he always managed (and manages) to keep a calm and positive attitude toward me. Just last week, our family went hiking in Germany’s Black Forest – not really my idea, nor my my mother’s idea or fun. Add in a blanket of humidity and 95 degree weather and it’s a recipe for an unenjoyable day. My brother and I disagreed quite emphatically about our ideas of fun, and the day was headed for disaster as tempers raised.
I very well could have ruined everyone’s time, but my dad saved day. He calmly let my brother and I yell out our dispute, wait ten minutes then initiate the apology and reconciling phase. Although the day was spent hiking up a mountain like billy goats, sweating our ‘you know whats’ off then sitting in our filth during a five hour car ride, it was semi-enjoyable. All thanks to my dad’s relentlessly (almost annoyingly) positive attitude.
Another example of dad’s enduring patience comes to mind, this time a reoccurring situation. High school proved to be a relatively relaxed and effortless period regarding my school workload. Most every subject could be passed in flying colors with the utmost procrastination skills. Until senior year’s calculus. I’ve since realized mathematics doesn’t fall under my dexterities, but I should have realized it during this class.
My dad and I spent hours most every week at our dining room table attempting to finish homework and study for the next exam, many times in an unenthused state (me, at least). Thoroughly remarkably, dad managed to make these hours of trig functions and derivatives enjoyable and memorable. Despite my best efforts to make it miserable and boring, he always managed to keep things light, produce a laugh at a stupid joke and make time fly by.
Ricky Rocket continues to keep the family laughing and enjoy one another, even in the most “dire” of circumstances. His uncanny ability to crack a joke we’ve all heard twenty times yet still get a laugh is something worth researching. His positivity manages to make every situation a success, despite the worst of rough patches. His patience is like nothing I’ve ever seen.
The funny thing is, I could’ve chosen just about any positive attribute to describe my dad, but there’s always next year. I’m sure he’ll be patient enough to wait until then.
Happy late Father’s Day!
Matthew J. Michaletz | June 16, 2014