Personal Narrative: Ryan And The Marsh Walk

Jim! James? Jimmy? Mr. Gallagher? Maybe I’ll stick to referring to you as Ryan’s Dad for now, Over vacation we spoke about writing letters (I hear it’s just like texting but even more efficient) and I realized that I should probably put into practice what I was preachin’. I was so impressed with the picture of you two that I had no choice but to share it, and what better way that via the mail! That night we went out to eat was such a blessing (minus your sushi dinner… maybe we can shoot for BBQ next time) and the Marsh Walk was absolutely beautiful. I was also lucky enough to enjoy the night with Ryan and the two people that raised him to be a man that I can say I trust whole-heartedly. It was the first time I really got to appreciate his parents and that was something I will be forever grateful for. There is
I have no doubt that you are the one who taught him how to ride a bike, which for the last 20+ years, has given him such peace of mind and friendships that he’ll have the rest of his life. I also believe that you might be the culprit for helping him embrace his mechanical abilities as well as his ability to execute anything he sets his mind to with precision that leaves everyone impressed. Like my “yoga deck” I convinced him to help me build earlier this week, my car he fixed when the serpentine belt snapped, or the ceilings he helped my mom paint because she simply couldn’t reach, the list really could go on. He’s also extremely conscious of how he treats the world around him, he has shared those values with me, and he tells me that he gets that awareness from you. These are just a few things that come to mind when I think of “Ryan’s Dad” and that day at the Marsh Walk gave me