My dad never got to see the man I am now. He died at home and his last words were him calling out my name. I was the last thing on his mind. When he dropped to the ground, I picked him up and carried him inside. He died in my arms. In his death I got to carry him like he carried me when I was first born. I was angry at the time, but looking back I realise what a gift he gave me. His last breath was taken in my arms. When I hug my boy I feel I can give him my dad’s mana through my arms. Dad always said that the way we live should be for other people. That’s why I grind, that’s why I do what I do. When I die, I don’t want people to have to make up things about me. I want them to know that I lived to serve. I’m here to inspire the next generation, just like so many people have inspired me. I might not have a fancy suit but I have my time to give
