dad on the escalator

Again, I’m late with this post. I should have put it up on Father’s day, but didn’t.

I want to share a story about my dad.

One of my first memories was a time when my mom, brothers and I went to the airport to pick up my dad after he came back from a trip. I have no idea how old I was at the time. There was an escalator in the airport and I stepped on it – with one foot. I didn’t have enough experience with escalators to know that you have to jump on one step with both feet. As the escalator went down, my one foot went with it while the other stayed on top. It scared me really bad. Just when my legs were as far apart as they could go before falling, my dad swept in and picked me up. He carried me the whole way down.

I learned two lessons that day. The obvious first one being: don’t step on an escalator with only foot! The other was that my dad would take care of me. Thanks, Dad.