19/05/2025
This is how it all started.
I’m the father of twin boys.
One of them had a stroke before he was even born and was later diagnosed with cerebral palsy.
Since then, I’ve been more than just a dad—I’m a full-time caregiver and his personal physical therapist.
For the past few years, my days have revolved around therapy sessions, doctor appointments, and staying home to make sure my kids are okay.
I’m proud of that.
But I’ll be honest—it’s been heavy.
I used to be active. Always moving, fixing things, building things.
Somewhere in all the responsibilities, I lost that part of myself.
This page, this mission—it didn’t start as content.
It started as a way to get outside.
To move again.
To reconnect with who I was, while still being who I need to be.
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One day, we visited some relatives and stopped by the local playground.
My son—who still can’t walk—was crawling toward what used to be a sandbox.
But the grass had completely taken over. It was about 12 to 16 inches high (30–40 cm). You couldn’t even see the sand.
He pointed at it with his little hand.
He wanted to play.
But he couldn’t.
And my heart broke.
I didn’t post about it.
I didn’t blame anyone.
I just picked up a yard hoe and started working.
I didn’t have a trimmer or any special equipment—but I had the will to do something.
That’s what I want to show people: you don’t need perfect tools—you just need to care enough to begin.
First I cleaned up the trash.
Then I cleared the grass from the sandbox.
Then… I just kept going.
I ended up cleaning the whole playground.
While clearing the grass, I found old nails and sharp metal pieces—left behind years ago when they removed some equipment.
The kind of stuff that could seriously hurt a kid.
The next day, I went to city hall—not to argue, but to ask for help.
I explained the problem and asked if they could remove the remaining metal pieces.
After a little back-and-forth, they came and took care of it.
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That’s when I realized:
This wasn’t just about my son.
It was about doing something that needed to be done—for any child who might play there tomorrow.
I don’t believe we should just wait for someone else to fix things.
I don’t believe in complaining and doing nothing.
I believe in showing up.
✨ You don’t have to be a politician.
✨ You don’t have to be rich.
✨ You don’t have to be perfect.
We just have to care.
❤️ I’m just a dad.
👷♂️ With a yard hoe, some gloves, and a reason.
🤝 If it inspires you—follow, share, or take action in your own neighborhood.
📸 I’ll be sharing more before-and-after work soon.
Kindness spreads.
And when Dad’s here, good things begin.
