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A Father's Pride and Joy

There are few things in this world that this dad would truly treasure more than what my bright son has done, for he has brought me great pleasure. He did not hit a long home run nor throw a winning touchdown pass. He did not bag a trophy buck or reel in the state record bass. Never voted homecoming king, never dated the prom queen. He did not get the play’s lead or enlist to be a Marine. Now all of these things are noble and would make any father proud. But what my young man accomplished, for me stands out above the crowd. What is this fine deed my lad attained that has brought this swelled dad much joy? He made the school’s honor roll so with pride, I cheer, “That’s my boy!”

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