235 miles into our 300-mile trip to tour Virginia Tech, my dad and I stop for a quick tour of 'The Greenbrier' in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia. Just as we are getting out of the car and preparing to make our way inside, I hear a whistling noise coming from one of our tires. My dad is talking to the parking lot attendant at the time, so I wait for him to finish and then let him know my suspicion. I am thinking, 'What are we going to do?' There is a giant screw in the front passenger tire. Dad has a placid look on his face, as is typical in most circumstances. He is not worried. We would tend to the situation after the tour. We decided to tackle the situation head-on. We quickly plug the hole in the tire and manage to get back on the road without much delay.
My dad is special to me in many ways. He is a humble man with a great personality. He uses ordinary circumstances to teach life lessons, both big and small. This lesson is not about how to change the tire on the car (he definitely taught me how it was done) but about how to remain calm, stay focused on the task at hand, and prioritize– keeping us moving in the right direction.
My dad is an engineer by career but a jack of all trades. When I was a little girl, he noticed that anytime he got a tool set out, I was right beside him, eager to participate and learn. Anything involving science, technology, engineering, and mathematics has always been intriguing to me. He challenged me with projects, from finishing patterns and puzzles when I was three to solving complicated mathematics equations when I was ten. Now, we are programming the Nintendo Mario Brothers game for machine learning for a project I have for the Pennsylvania Junior Academy of Science.
My dad and I can often be found with a whiteboard and a marker, solving equations, or figuring out how to solve a problem. We most certainly have a whiteboard along for this trip, as well as a few problems we would work out. This type of bonding is irreplaceable. The time I get to spend with dad is priceless. He understands the way my brain is wired, so we can talk for hours without being bored.
My dad has a delightful sense of humor, quick wit, and the ability to effortlessly craft one-liners. He has a knack for injecting humor into any situation and a remarkable ability to keep the atmosphere light and entertaining.
As mile marker 300 approaches, my dad locates the visitor center, and we park the car. It is a beautiful day in Virginia, prompting us to step outside the car and explore the campus before the official tour begins. We check the tire, which seems to be holding up just fine. We grab a cup of coffee and a Mt. Dew and reflect on the day and invaluable time we have spent together.
In these moments, I realize that the miles traveled are not just a measure of distance but a testament to the bonds forged, lessons learned, and the unwavering support of my dad. Our journey, marked not only by the miles traveled but also the laughter shared, the challenges conquered, and the dreams envisioned, is a reminder of the irreplaceable connection we share. I will always carry with me the memories of this trip and the strength of our father-daughter bond that transcends any destination.