I think of the lessons I inadvertently teach to my child and wonder if any of my message gets through. Much like a blacksmith forging a tool these lessons good and bad come from my example. How much these examples mean I don't know.
I took the time to spend with a lost old lady. I tried to explain the importance of kindness to the elderly and just spending some time with the lonely and the lost. Maybe it means nothing maybe my example sinks in. Maybe my appearance like the cavalry has meaning.
There comes a time where the lessons end and I contemplate. Did I set a good example for my daughter?
I could have done this or that better.
If my world ended tomorrow it is my days as dad that are my happiest thoughts.