Dad,
as you know, when I was growing up, my goal in life was to play
center field for the New York Yankees. When I realized that
athletically I didn’t possess the gifts to accomplish that
dream, I thought about being a disc jockey on the radio. I knew all
of the music, and I would listen to and imitate the way show hosts
Cousin Brucie, Casey Kasem, and Dan Ingram would read ad copy, chat
with the listening audience, and add luster to their introductions to
the music of Elvis, Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, and more. I would put in
my single earplug on my hand-held six-transistor radio and lose
myself in these shows. However, as you know, Dad, I was a shy kid who
was awkward socially. How could I, the kid who once was standing next
to future Hall of Famer Phil Rizutto in a hallway in Yankee Stadium
and despite Mom’s encouragement to say hello was too timid to
do so, ever think that I could be a disc jockey? Being gregarious is
a non-negotiable requirement for a radio host.
Dad,
our family has always believed strongly in divine intervention. I may
have lacked the talent to be a professional athlete and the poise and
confidence to be a dynamic radio personality, but somehow I had the
yet-to-be-discovered ability to be just like the greatest gentleman I
have ever known: you, Dad. I believe that God understood the fact
that I was a handful of clay, and the artist I needed to inspire me
to mold myself into a finished piece of art was you. God made you my
dad so you could be my role model. All I had to do was to pay
attention to the way you comported yourself and the joy you always
seemed to inspire in the hearts of everyone who knew you.
Dad,
you always spoke in a gentle, soothing voice that was filled with
richness. You were kind, generous, understanding, and always
approachable. Even with your quiet nature that rarely was replaced
with anger, you were gregarious. I remember going to the bank or the
store or even to the gas station with you, and you were sure to be
greeted by more than one individual who made the effort to stop
whatever they were doing so they could chat with you. Their faces
would all burst into smiles, and there was a sincerity to the respect
that you would always receive. You took a genuine interest in
everyone, and you chose to focus on the goodness that each of them
harbored in their hearts. You encouraged everyone you met by making
them feel that they each were the most important person alive. You
were a best friend, a confidant, and a problem solver to all who were
fortunate to know you.
Dad,
you somehow always knew when I was struggling with an issue or a
problem. You never demanded that I tell you what was wrong. You never
told me that I shouldn’t worry. Your wisdom allowed you to know
that these two strategies would have a very small chance to be
successful. Instead, you would pat me on the shoulder and let me know
that you would always be there to help me if I ever needed your help
or advice. You empowered me to decide what direction I would take.
You would then pat me on the shoulder again and reassure me that you
were proud of me.
You
know that I was always a perfectionist. Things had to be just so. You
taught me that there was another way to deal with things. Dad, you
helped me to realize that not everything that I do has to be perfect.
You taught me to deal only with the issues and situations that could
actually be changed without compromising my beliefs. Moreover, you
showed me that complaining about things was not worth the energy that
it took to do so. When I would spill a bowl of ice cream or drop a
glass on the floor, you would help me to clean up the mess while
never scolding me. You gave me the benefit of the doubt. I am so
deeply grateful for the trust that you always placed in me. Author
Alex Haley vowed always to “Find the good, and praise it.”
In fact, he had that phrase engraved at the bottom of every piece of
his stationery. Dad, you had the phrase etched deeply into your
heart, and you have engraved that same phrase into my heart.
You
are a great man, Dad. You made sure that you treated with a strong
sense of genuine caring and concern, all who were fortunate enough to
know you. Even though you have passed away more than twenty-five
years ago, I don’t allow one day to pass when I am not thanking
God that he sent me to you and Mom. I don’t know if I shall
ever have the beauty in my soul that you possessed. Even so, I shall
continue to strive toward achieving that goal. You served as the
perfect role model. You accomplished the things that I continue to
work at every day. You have given me the perfect map to continue to
overcome my shyness while I treat everyone with kindness, generosity,
and understanding. I shall always try to remember to be approachable
to anyone who might need a smile or the chance to share a story of
their own success. I shall give my best effort to be reasonably
encouraging to everyone I meet while placing the spotlight on them
rather than myself.
Dad,
I realize that my dream of playing centerfield for the New York
Yankees is a memory rather than a wish, and I know that I am a bit
too old to be hosting a pop music show. Even so, I have been a middle
school classroom teacher who shall be starting his 50th year in the
classroom in November. I have found the confidence to teach public
speaking and deliver speeches and professional development workshops.
I may not be broadcasting live on my own radio program, but I have
created a couple of podcasts that allow me to chat with authors,
teach poetry, review interesting books, discuss educational issues,
and even help a friend when he needs some copy read as a public
service announcement or a commercial advertisement. I have been told
that my voice has a richness and a comforting sound. Without any
hesitation, I immediately smile and say, “I have been blessed
with my dad’s voice.” It is the confidence that you have
instilled in me that gives me the confidence to take reasonable
chances and to greet everyone with your sense of dignity and level of
interest.
Thank
you, Dad, for the valuable lessons you have taught me.
Thank
you, Dad, for the patience that you have shown me that now serves as
my foundation as I am attempting to build my own legacy.
Thank
you, Dad, for being the role model you continue to be in my life.
I
am proud to say that even though this journey still has many more
steps for me to take, I am finally becoming you, Dad. Thank you for
your inspiration. I hope I can make you and Mom even more proud of me
before I leave this earth.
A
middle-school English teacher who is in his 52nd year of teaching and
who served as the inaugural speaker during last spring semester’s
Under the Golden Dome Lecture Series and the moderator/contributor of
the AI in Education Panel at Centenary University, Joseph S. Pizzo
teaches at the Black River Middle School and has served as an Adjunct
Professor in five departments at Centenary University since 1992, at
Union County College for 20 years, and the College of Saint Elizabeth
Graduate School of Education for one year. The Educator of the Year
for AMLE, NJCTE, NJAMLE, and NJ S.H.I.N.E., “The Voice”
of the NJ Governor’s Arts Awards for two years, and a WWOR-TV
Ch. 9's A+ for Teachers Hall of Fame member, Pizzo is a former NCTE
Historian and former member of NCTE’s Children’s Poetry
Book Award Committee. With his colleague Dr. Kenneth Piascik, Pizzo
is the winner of the MCCEA’s Friends of Education Award. Pizzo
is a Boy Scout Merit Badge Counselor, as well as a lector and usher
at St. Mary’s of Czestochowa Church.
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