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"My Hero" was written by Peter Cavalieri, in honor of his father, the late Frank Cavalieri:
My dad was not a carpenter, yet he took a hammer, a saw, scrap wood -- and turned a garage into a home.
My dad was not a plumber nor electrician, yet with old tools and duct tape, he managed to keep the water running and the lights working.
My dad was not a mechanic, but he did keep his cars running, and always fixed my bike.
My mom tells a story of my sister Irene and brother Dom: Irene had just received a giant pretzel. Somehow, the pretzel dropped and broke in half. Irene was crying and hurt. When Dom had seen what had happened, he turned wisely and said "Don't worry, Irene, daddy will fix it, daddy can fix anything."
That's how it was. My dad always found a way to fix or make things better. he never said "No," or "I don't know how," he just did it through love, a deep love.
I can't remember the last time I hugged or kissed my dad. I don't even think we ever said "I love you" to each other. It just never mattered. I always knew he loved me. he showed his love through hard work and devotion to his family.
many children today look up to sports heroes, making millions of dollars, as role models. they want to be just like them, rich and famous. I thank God that I had a father that I could look up to. He was my hero. I always wanted to be like my dad.
He taught me, through example, that it's not how much money you have, not the size of your house or car that matters. What's most important, is the size of your heart.
If you did not know my father well, you would have never seen the love inside. He covered it up with a tough, crude exterior, never wanting anyone to see his sensitivity. All he ever asked of his children was the respect that he deserved. If you gave it to him, he gave you everything he possibly could in return.
My father, like most people hi age, had a tough life. He overcame a depression, fought in a world war, and raised ten children, with only a sixth-grade education. What more could God ask of one man? He lived life simply, always giving and asking nothing in return. He has left behind so much love.
I think he lived life the way God intended it to be lived. I thank you God for choosing me to be his son. My brothers, sisters and I are truly the luckiest people on earth.
My dad will live on inside of me forever. I will never forget what he has taught me. I will try to live the rest of my life like him: honest, loyal, hardworking, proud, and loving. I owe this to my children, and I owe this to my father.
Thank you dad. I will miss you.