This is my dad. His name is Nicci Stiff. His birthday is Tuesday, but we are celebrating today.
He’s my dad by his choice. I really appreciate him for that.
As I was growing up, he was the epitome of the biker lifestyle. I often kid him by telling people he looked exactly like Tommy Chong did in the seventies. In spite of being a rough and tough Harley enthusiast, he loved his family.
He wasn’t the mushy, lovey dovey kind of dad, but he was always there. He never ran around on my mom and took time for my brother and I. Case in point, my brother once knocked his motorcycle off of a jack to the garage floor and my dad didn’t take his life. He was good like that.
He taught us things like work first and play later. Whatever you put your hand to, give it your best. Don’t do stupid stuff like smoking, drinking and running around with women.
He got saved in 1988 when he was in his early thirties. He has been serving Jesus like he’s making up for lost time ever since. I really don’t know what we would do without him around the church.
To sum him up, I would say he always got the big stuff right.
One day, I was privileged to catch him smiling and quickly snapped this photo.
Happy birthday, Dad. I love you.
Can I borrow some money?
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