Today I my Dad's bike was stolen. It is a vintage beauty, and it has taken me all over the city. He's had it since he was my age, which is like 40 years plus. When I saw that it was stolen I thought that he was going to hang me. I was so scared to tell him, but I just admitted it to my Mom and she said she would do it for me. I dreaded going home tonight, and was even considering sleeping in the office as a healthy alternative. Then I got the sweetest email:

Dear Lisa:

I hear the bike has gone awol.

Guess what although I regret losing the bike I still LOVE YOU darling.

And that will never change.

Not today, not next week not next year not ever.

A bike is just a bike but a daughter that is a life long blessing.

Do not feel too bad and just be more careful next time.

Steven

I love my Dad. My Dad is the bomb. Sorry I lost your bike dude, this one is for you.