Rising Above

All I ever wanted was for my dad to say he loved me, appreciated me, or was proud of me. Never have I heard the words Good job, son.three simple words that could have changed my entire way of thinking and the way that I chose to live my life. I would hit rock bottom and claw my way up again and still never hear those words. It took time, patience, and a wonderful woman to make me realize that I didnt really need his approval. I had built the me I always wanted to be on my own. I had risen above.