MAKING THE “GOING OUT FOR PIZZA” THING A HABIT
I was reading my regular doze of “soul food” at Bro. Bo Sanchez’ the other day and as usual, I was glued hanging out there for a few hours (or more?) just clicking and reflecting on Bro. Bo’s insightful posts. One thing I love about Bro. Bo’s posts was that no matter how old his posts were, they’re just simply thought-provoking and would most likely motivate readers (at least in my case) to dig back to those posts and then perhaps, move me for my own quite time to reflect.
An old post of Bro. Bo that got me reflecting once more was that post where he relished the good old days he had with his late Dad. Bro. Bo’s Dad, at that time he wrote the post, just passed away, thus, it was quite one of those emotional but insightful post that I’ve read so far of his Blog. But a part of that post that struck me was how Bro. Bo best recalled his Dad of—”the Dad who brought me out for pizza”.
Of course, what he meant by those words should not be interpreted as exactly the literal pizza going out thing. Reading further the following lines in his post, he meant to say that his Dad spent a great deal of time with him, and that was the point he was exactly stressing at–that the great father he remembers is not merely the one that has great achievements, but the father that is remembered how he showed his love in little ways. Continue Reading »
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