I remember it like it was yesterday, I was about 8 years old and every Friday night my dad would come home with some form of fast food, chinese food, cheese steaks, hoagies, or what have you. Whole family would chill in the living room and watch a movie, talk or just enjoy each other's company. Saturday would come, and in the fall that meant I had a football game and both my mom and pop were always there yelling louder than any other parent. Always embarrassing was my father yelling, "YESSSS SCRATCHY," my nickname he gave me from when I had the chicken pots. Then Sunday would come and it would be church with the siblings and watching the football games at least with my brothers and both parents. Weekends were great, but then came Monday and I knew I wouldn't really see my dad again until Friday night.
My work week (yes at 8 years old it's still a work week) consisted of waking up early to take the school bus out the hood to attend school in Manyunk. After school would be homework, football practice in the fall or some after school club in the spring. My mom would always pick me up from wherever I was and it would be home to finish up any homework that wasn't done, dinner, shower and bed. By the time my dad got home I was dead sleep and when I left in the morning so was he. This may sound familiar to a lot of kids, having the best weekend dad ever. It was almost like he didn't exist during the week. Sometimes I may have gotten lucky to catch a glimpse of him if he came home early which rarely happened, but most times it was Friday night when I didn't have a bed time until Sunday that I actually saw my dad.
While most kids just dealt with things and took them for what they were, I was a little different some might say. I always had a smile on my face no matter what, hence the nickname Smiley I would eventually attain. I always figured I was or could be the best at whatever the task may have been even when kids older than me were involved and if it seemed apparent I wouldn't be I would actually cry from the frustration. I was and will always be the why kid. No simple answer was ever good enough, if there was something I didn't understand I continued to ask why until I totally understood. This one trait would eventually lead me to become and form what many know as the 3% Mindset.
As a child I questioned everything, why is the sky blue, why is water wet, who made up words, why can't 1+1=3 and who ever made up numbers anyways. I questioned the littlest of things to the biggest of things, simply because I didn't know nor understand. I took great pride in learning new things and being ahead of the curve as they say, so I figured the more questions I asked the more knowledge I would gain, just made simple sense to me. Then one day I asked my mother a question that I never got an answer I liked and would never come to agree or just settle with.
I asked my mother, "Why is it that daddy is always working during the week and is only here on the weekends." She simply replied, "he has to work to provide for all of you, for you playing football, and for Andrew's DJ equipment, and for all of our food and clothing and the house." For most kids, that would have been enough, but as I said I was unique, so I continued on. "Well mom, why doesn't he just make a lot of money so he doesn't have to work so much." My mother once again replies with, "well he can only make so much depending on how long he works, if he worked any more you wouldn't see him at all for your games or your brother's and sisters activities." Another good answer for most kids, but once again I continued. "Well mom, why doesn't he just do something else so he didn't have to work so much." My mother says, "well there is only so much he knows how to do, so that's what he does." Good answer for most I guess. I ask, "Why doesn't he just learn something new?" Mom doesn't really answer this, I guess in an effort to not belittle my father or maybe because it made her think twice as well. Whatever the reason for the pause, it eventually led to her diverting the conversation and her also realizing her son may be special in a good way after all.