The Father

While I was growing up, I came across (and still do, even in my twenties) people my age who had a strong dislike for their fathers, either because of his disloyalty to a member of the family (or themselves) or because of other unpleasant reasons, like endless drunkenness, drug use, or involvement with a bad crowd. Through it all, I have learned to appreciate my father in more ways than I can explain.

My father works for the government as a contractor here in central Texas where my family (for the most part) resides. He helps people through computer problems in his office (or cubicle? Who knows, the government cannot let their employees tell families anything!). He has taught my brother, Jordan, who is now 17 years old, about fifty percent of what my brother knows about computers. My brother could turn your computer inside out and find almost every single problem with it, re-set all of your individual preferences for default programs, get you the fastest internet and gaming capabilities (with questionable legality) and maybe even show you how to cheat on Solitaire. He has developed this keen interest in the inner workings of computers through my father, who has taught him the lesson that, with sufficient knowledge of a computer, you can do anything.