The path next to our house. Tommy on the bike. My hand on his shoulder.
I walked bent over beside him. He pedaled. Every few meters I caught him before he fell.
After three laps he stopped.
“Dad, I know how now. Let me do it myself.”
I took my hand off. Ran beside him a little longer. He kept going alone.
That same week I was on a Zoom with Ran and Yair.
Ran, my partner at Dazy, had built the software almost entirely with AI. He isn’t a programmer.
Two weeks earlier, dozens of users had seen a demo and were waiting for the full product.
Now he sat across from Yair, our CTO, sharing his screen.
“Check what I built. I’m not a programmer. I don’t know if it’s stable enough.”
I said nothing.
Yair looked at the screen.
“If your logic is good, there’s no reason the code shouldn’t be good.”
He paused.
“Run with the AI. If there are bugs, we’ll fix them.”
Ran closed the screen share and went back to building.