My Dad is my only hero. Because he truly doesn't care about what other people think. Restaurant critics, movie reviewers, experts on anything from children's literature to rose gardening. Once, I was meeting him downtown and as I approached, I saw him standing by a bench, completely un-self-conscious, like a wise little Zen master. His body language showed he was completely unaware of the effect of his body and angles and posture and shirt and shoes and his environment. I felt a tender twinge for this skinny leather skinned self-actualized man.
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