When I walk into my dad’s room I notice he looks at me as if its the first time he’s seen me. Tragic? I don’t think so. In fact, I disagree — hardly tragic.

When dad looks at me, he smiles and tells me how happy he is to see me. Imagine how a dog responds when its human companion comes home. How could that be tragic?

There is much to learn from people like my dad. The ability to see the things of life and gaze upon them with wonder and awe - as if it’s your first time seeing them. It’s a truly wonderful feeling to be on the receiving end, and I imagine it’s a beautiful feeling on the giving end.