Ingu will enjoy this.
Today one of my girlfriends on Facebook posted this anecdote about Mitt Romney. She said “I’m not political by any means but I don’t know how people actually support this guy. Makes me sad…”
When I read the story on the image, it struck me as ridiculous. There are ridiculous stories floating all over the place & usually when it sounds unbelievable, it is.
However, when I looked the story up, it turned out to be true. Mitt Romney really did strap his family dog to the top of a car (in a crate). The air pressure even within a crate would have been a constant 3 lbs & the dog very likely suffered intense fear the whole time, which probably resulted in it voiding itself. On top of that, strapping a crate to the outside of a car is pretty unsafe. If it somehow came loose, the dog could die or at least be badly injured. Obviously the dog was aware of this.
The first 3 comments in response to this were predictable: “What a dick!” “Agreed. What a dick!” & mine, claiming that I had looked it up & found it to be true. All fairly boring, normal responses.
And then someone named Sandra posted this:
Hey there fathers. It’s your day pretty soon.
Not all of us grew up with a Rockwellian childhood. I do know some who did, but they are in the minority. Some of us grew up without one of our parents, & some of us won’t really have anyone to celebrate tomorrow.
Some of us grew up with less than ideal father figures. Fathers who caused our neck muscles to tighten when we heard them come home from work every day. Fathers who believed the worst of us, who perceived our accidents or shortcomings as conspiracies against them. Fathers who beat us harder than care required because they were angrier than they were caring. Fathers who weren’t there, or fathers who were actually better when they weren’t there.
But still, every Fathers Day, we should be thankful we have fathers. After all, without them we wouldn’t be here. If you have an awesome father, congratulations. If you think you might not have an awesome father, I have compiled a checklist of what I think we would hope we can expect from our beloved dads. In the back of my mind maybe I am thinking of Atticus Finch.