Only this one memory

I had a flashback. 

It came after writing "Always ready for memories".

I remembered when I was growing up, my father always had his camera with him.

I remembered all the times dad would walk in the living room and snap pictures of my mother, sister and I. 

Candids, surprises, holidays, birthdays, first days, graduations, and random days. 

Dad treated them all as if it was..

Only this one memory. 

Thursday afternoon I texted my father. I asked him about those days, and why he always had his camera. 

His response was surprising. I learned something I never knew.

About my own father. 

Here’s what he said:

“There are very few pictures of my younger years. I only have one picture of myself younger than 10 years old. There are also pictures out there of my late teens, but I don’t know where they are now. 

I wanted to capture those moments to remind me later when I’ve gotten old enough to forget.” 

And then, without knowing, he said four words that reaffirmed The Daily Tithe. 

“Pictures tell a story”

Did he know? 

Did he know that the pictures he took decades ago would be one of the cornerstones of his son's work? 

Did he know that even then he was giving me tools for an idea?

Dad took something he never had and gave it to his children. 

That was decades ago, yet somehow the gift is still giving. 

Imagine if I had..

Only this one memory. 

A flashback of my dad exemplifying what Giving Is Like. 

P.S. I once heard it said- the thing you never had, is the thing you give to the world. 

Thanks Dad.

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