Tribute to Dale....
Taylor Nicole and Dad
APRIL 29, 1951-FEBRUARY 18, 2001
A FEW WORDS FROM A SON ABOUT A DAD
FROM OCTOBER 2000..
I know a man whose hands are so callused
that gloves aren't necessary.
Once, while cutting down a tree,
he cut the back of his hand to the bone
with a chainsaw. He didn't even
stop to look until the job was done.
I've seen him get thrown from a tractor.
The tractor, as large as a small home,
was flipped by the trunk of a stubborn
oak tree. His first thought was not fear,
but how quickly he could get the tractor back
on its tracks to complete the task.
He has suffered broken bones
and never had one complaint.
Not to anyone, not even to himself.
Father and Son February 9th, 2001
This man could lead the world's finest army.
He has wisdom that knows no bounds.
No fire could burn his character,
no stone could break it.
He maintains a private existence.
One that shelters his most coveted thoughts
from the world.
His upbringing was no controlled creation.
His hard-working family was like
many from that era. He gained his knowledge
in hard dirt and second-hand tools,
from his toys as a child to
the trucks he drove in his 20s.
From that natural upbringing,
he has an incredible sense of good and bad.
He sees it before it sees him,
in people, in anything imaginable.
Where did he learn this?
How does he know so many things?
I've seen this man create many things.
With no blueprints, he has carved and
produced wonders upon wonders.
His resume shows he has created major companies.
He has hammered out deal upon deal
-- always being as fair as God would have it.
He has taken land with thick shrub
and deep valleys and molded them into
a frontier fit for heaven.
He has built homes that kings couldn't fathom.
Solving problems is as easy as breathing for him.
They are thrown his way like the morning paper.
People surround him daily, wanting solutions.
He hands them out with pride and passion.
Each solution is a battle won.
He calculates his every action,
demanding the same from everyone else.
He is honest in letting
you know your end of the bargain.
His friendship is
the greatest gift you could ever obtain.
Out of all his attributes,
it is the most impressive.
He trusts only a few with this gift.
If you ever break that trust - it is over.
He accepts few apologies.
Many have crossed him and
they leave with only regret for their actions.
In every result, he stands as an example
of what hard work and dedication will achieve.
Even his enemies know this.
I have had the pleasure of joining him
on the battlefield.
I have experienced his intimidating wrath.
That may sound strong, but I know
what I am talking about.
He roams like a lion, king of his jungle.
His jungle is his and his alone.
Every step he takes has purpose.
Every walk has reason.
He praises God, loves his family, enjoys his friends.
I wonder what his future holds.
He has so much to be proud of.
To this point, he's only barely satisfied.
His eyes see much more
than my imagination could produce.
He is Dale Earnhardt.
Dad, the world's finest army awaits.
Dale & Bobby Allison 1979
Dale worn out 1980
Neil Bonnett and Dale 1982
Dale and Neil in Firecracker400 1979
Dale at Darlington 1995
Seventh Championship Award Waldorf Astoria 1994
Just a Close Up..
Dale and Jeff Speedweek Daytona 2001
Final Wave to Crowd before Start of Race at Daytona 2001
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FINAL TRIBUTE TO DALE EARNHARDT ADDED July 14, 2003