A Tough Act to Follow

Today is Father's Day.  Big whoop.  I won't rant, though, because, as I recently told a friend, I've lost the bitterness since my dad died, and I now can wish others, "Happy Father's Day," without spitting.

He left big (metaphorical) shoes to fill, but, no, the act I'll have trouble keeping up with is my own.  I recently thanked an employee who stayed late to finish a little extra work.  He replied, "You know that I will do it only for you because you respect me!"

How the heck am I supposed to live up to that?