Examples of why your dad is/was awesome

[kongo_totte]

Friday night was "no-rod-night"

[Taso]

These are all awesome. I still think FFK wins, they were all awesome, but the bumper sticker one was classic.

I don't really have any awesome stories. I'm very proud of my father, though I don't think he knows it. He started living on a farm in Greece, and now owns three >million dollar homes on Long Island, two apartments in Athens, and one in Philly, and is a highly respected hypertension specialist in NY; the guy wrote, if not the book, a few chapters on it. So, no great stories, but I am very proud of him and what he's accomplished

[supafrey]

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My reasons a little different.

My dad isn't my biological Father and he doesn't know that I know, up until I found out I never suspected either, simply because he always has treated me like a Son.

I honestly think it would break his heart if he knew that I knew.

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I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW. NOT LIKE THIS.

[Big Bend]

When I was young my mother had brain cancer, and my dad did a great job of taking care of her.. tho musta been horrific cause she never really recovered and slowly wasted away. Right before she died tho, my father (age 49) had a MASSIVE stroke that left him paralyzed and unable to speak the rest of his life, tons of brain damage, just horrific.. He had to spend the next 20 years in assisted living and nursing homes.

But through it all, he loved life, and every day would go around the homes greeting the other residents with a smile and a friendly "dee dee ma ma" (the only words he could ever speak again). At his funeral last year I gave the eulogy. So many people were inspired by how friendly and uplifting he was, in spite of the tragedies and hardships he faced.

So much more.. He was an amazing man. I miss him so...

BB

[Vyse]

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When I was young my mother had brain cancer, and my dad did a great job of taking care of her.. tho musta been horrific cause she never really recovered and slowly wasted away. Right before she died tho, my father (age 49) had a MASSIVE stroke that left him paralyzed and unable to speak the rest of his life, tons of brain damage, just horrific.. He had to spend the next 20 years in assisted living and nursing homes.

But through it all, he loved life, and every day would go around the homes greeting the other residents with a smile and a friendly "dee dee ma ma" (the only words he could ever speak again). At his funeral last year I gave the eulogy. So many people were inspired by how friendly and uplifting he was, in spite of the tragedies and hardships he faced.

So much more.. He was an amazing man. I miss him so...

BB

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This strikes me as humorous after your post in that thread where the dude hates his parents.

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My reasons a little different.

My dad isn't my biological Father and he doesn't know that I know, up until I found out I never suspected either, simply because he always has treated me like a Son.

I honestly think it would break his heart if he knew that I knew.

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I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW. NOT LIKE THIS.

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A+

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Since three respondents brought it up (I thought it was the throwaway comment in my response):

I remember the Ferris Bueller's Day Off bit well (and I feel that movie is overrated, but that's for a different thread), and don't care what he said. The miles came off the car and he ran it basically all day at reverse idle speed and got it back to roughly the allotment. He saved himself a ton of money doing so.

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Sawdust?

[ConstantineX]

OH MY GOD, tuq, now I totally, completely, understand. Everything.

[timex]

After a year of university, I was pretty sure I was going to temporarily drop out, and wasn't too sure how I was going to tell my parents. I told my dad first since hes less uptight than my mom, and he told me he had spent the whole year I was gone convincing my mom to let me drop out.

My dad seems to know something about everything, and whenever I'd ask him how he knew obscure things like the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow, he'd reply "Well, you have to know these things when you're a dad you know"

Hes always treated me like an adult, and never really told me what to do, hes always given me advice and guidance, but allowed me to make all my own decisions.

When my mom was laid off from a job she didn't like, he responded with "congratulations"

He is better at looking at things from other peoples perspectives than virtually anyone.

[Daniel Magix]

I was 8 years old and in my first real fight. I was defending my little brother, but I don't remember the details of why I was defending him. The kid I was scrapping with was a year older than me, and he was fat. Probably had 30lbs on me. The fight was going down on the porch of the apartment building across the street from our duplex. All the neighborhood kids were railing the fight and cheering it on. At one point, I was pretty freaked out because I felt the air being squished outta me. I think he was basically laying on my, compressing my chest. With my young life flashing before my eyes, I knew I had to make something happen here. I don't know how I got him off of me, but I did, and I ended up locking him up in a pretty awesome scissor-choke with my legs. I'm pretty sure he was about to tap - when my dad crossed the street, stopped the fight, and got me and my brother. As we crossed the street, I felt like I was walking the Green Mile. I was pretty sure I was in for some serious punishment.

To my surprise, my dad looked down at me, smiled, and gave me a high-five. I'll never forget the surprise, pride and relief that I felt at that moment.

[punkass]

My dad worked 90 hours weeks for most of his life as an owner of a corner grocery store/deli, and then later lowered it to "only" 70 hours a week. When he retired, but my mom continued working as an owner of a cleaners/alterations, my dad was with my mom all the time. I never heard him complain about hours. Never about how life was unfair, even when he got held up 3 times and shot at once. Never when his liver started going bad, and never during his last days when all I can think was he worked all his life, and could only enjoy a year and a half in retirement.

Work hard, play hard was his motto. I try to live by it everyday.

[Ricky_Bobby]

When my dad was in high school he used to ditch school to go to the library.

When he was in the Army in Germany in 1967 he volunteered to got to Vietnam to prove to himself that he could do it. He was awarded a Bronze Star for preventing a friendly fire attack, almost certainly saved someone(s) life.

He worked as a coal miner, which was a great job in southern Illinois, back in the late 70s and early 80s until the mines started to get shut down and he got laid off. I remember him taking care of me and my 2 brothers while mom went to work as a music teacher. He passed the exams to get his insurance and series 7 (I believe) license so that he could apply for a position in my hometown as a stock broker. I can still clearly remember when he came home with a brand new 1984 Oldsmobile 98. At one point he was working 60-80 hours a week to build his book of customers.

He taught me how to work on cars, operate machinery, cool stuff like that.

It's funny when I think about it that when I tell him a big pot I won or a big loss at poker (microstakes) he says he wouldn't have the stomach to take those kinds of risks.

If I had half of his ambition and willingness to take risks I'd probably be 10x more successful than I am now.