A Son’s Life Reflection about Father’s Day

How many genuinely people really care about me?

I think about the question often. I wonder if they are solely the people I think of immediately, (family, childhood friends etc.), if they can be counted on one hand, if later in life, I will even still have them, or if they’ll tire of me?—?caustically sarcastic as I am. I think of all the things they’ve given me: perspective, wisdom, financial support, emotional temperance, and yet, how little I feel I offer to give back. But this question, and so many others will remain unanswered, an answer to one has always been apparent to me; who would, who nearly has given his life for me and my family? The answer was, is, and will only ever be, my father.

Azmy Aziz Salib moved to the United States on Christmas Eve, 1979. With $300 in his pocket from a short work-abroad type trip in the UK, no friends, families, connections of any sort in the States, he was in every sense of the word, alone. At first, he slept in cheap motels as he looked for work. He was running out of money too quickly, however, so the NY subway would have to do. With little more than a windbreaker on, he spent about 10 hours a day looking for a job, walking the streets of Manhattan like any lost immigrant, desperate to prove the naysayers back home wrong. In the next three weeks, Azmy went from jobless and at times homeless, to busboy, custodian, and finally, head chef (never having cooked a day in his life prior), of a restaurant frequented by news anchors, NY Knicks, and wealthy businessmen working around the area.We speak a lot here at Usspire about how to maximize what we do in our day, how to structure our lives to be as productive as possible. This man shattered the idea of idleness. We talk a lot here at Usspire too about the grind, how to work ourselves into becoming efficient. This man mastered it. College degree in accounting, Salib never gave up in his reach for greater things, eventually finding work as an investment accountant for the City of New York, celebrating his 30 year work anniversary this past year. After that long working, you best believe it’s time to research some of the best ways to celebrate work anniversaries.

As any proud son, I could no doubt write any number of pages discussing and enumerating the great things that my father has done. But what I cannot put on on paper, on a screen, even into words, is the feeling of confidence that he instilled in me from a young age with the pride he had in me. I cannot delve deep enough into the knowledge and wisdom he has instilled in me. I am unable to transcribe neither the fear of God nor the love of mankind that he taught me. I cannot, both in short and in too-typical fashion, tell you how much my father means to me. But like so many things we find hackneyed, overdone, over-said, it is all-the-more true, to be taken away by none of the people who find those things tired-out or old-fashioned.

How many genuinely people care about me? Likely the number will evade me the rest of my life, but I can at least always count on at least one who’s given me everything.

By Michael Salib

Lead Content Writer @Usspire