There are so many types of dads out there. Nevertheless, they play a crucial role in children's development. So much so that sometimes, even a seemingly simple everyday moment you shared with yours can stick with you for the rest of your life.
So when Reddit user AquaPressure made a post on the platform, asking everyone to share "the most epic" thing their dad ever did, people answered! From heroic rescues to heartwarming acts of kindness, here's to those who stay around.
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After my parents divorced my dad was on a super lean budget. He planned a weekend getaway for just he and I to the Oregon Coast to watch a kite flying festival. Pretty cheap but safe accommodations and decent food. Well we go to a bookstore (I was a rabid reader at that point.) I'm browsing around mostly just looking at new releases. I found a book of John Keats complete works and just had to have it so I took it over to him and asked for it. He took the book and said "hmmm let's see what its about" and turned to the back. What I didn't realize until I got much older was that he was checking the price. He said yep this looks good. That night he took me to a local pizza place for a slice and a soda. He only drank a soda and said he had a bit of a tummy ache. That man sacrificed a dinner so I could have a book. I still get onion eyes to this day even writing this.
I was too young but my brother and sister remember dad coming home from work with salami and bread to treat them and they were so excited. It wasn't until years later that they realised he was skipping lunch just so he could come home with a treat for them...his Lunch.
I remember my dad doing the same thing. We called that "Hasenbrot".
Load More Replies...Many of us would do this for our kids. It's those that wouldn't that blow my mind.
I'd give anything to have memories of my dad doing something like that for me. We get along great now as he's been really trying to make up for being so horrible to me for no reason. Better late than never I suppose and I'm glad I decided against going no contact years ago.
Load More Replies...Took responsibility for his actions, went to therapy, found a support group, became better.
This should be upvoted more. much more. Does not seem impressive, it would be a boring movie to watch, But recognizing you need change and help AND do it is one of the hardest and most impressive things anyone can do!
Mine too. He was an alcoholic but stopped drinking when he was about to lose me. He managed 18 years of sobriety before he died of cancer of the age of 49. He managed to help a lot of people with their drinking and mental health problems. Several people came up to me at his funeral and told me that they were only alive because my dad ❤️
We men should use the tools available to better ourselves. We got generations of bad behavior to undo
The thing that stands out to me, more than anything that I saw my father do?
My little brother had passed away. There were complications during his surgery, he didn’t die on the table but they realized he wasn’t going to make it. So they stabilized him, put him on a machine and gave the family an opportunity to make the necessary calls for people that wanted to say goodbye to him.
The next day, after everyone was able to come out and see him and say goodbye, we turned the machines off. The day after that, we were up at the hospital for some reason, which I can’t remember because a lot of things were very blurry at the time. Anyhow, I went with my dad as he went around to every single person that was in the room and literally had their hands in my brother to try and save his life. He shook each one of those people’s hands, thanked them for trying and did his best to emotionally absolve them of the guilt they might have felt. He was gracious, classy and kind. He, who just lost his youngest son at the age of 19, took the time to thank them for trying.
It. Was. F*****g. Epic.
It's so lovely he took the time and had the grace to thank them all. I always thought it really disrespectful and ungrateful when doctors save someone's life and their family or whomever say things like "Thank you Jesus you saved them! He's answered our prayers'" If I'd just performed an 18 hour life saving surgery I'd be pretty disgruntled to hear that :-D
I've had too many surgeries and always thank everyone b4 I'm out. Just in case.
When my older brother died, he had been on a ventilator for a time before being moved to the palliative care house where it would be turned off. Some of the people who came to visit him there were medical staff who had known him for years, including (iirc) the doctor who had given my parents his prognosis when his disability had been diagnosed in infancy. He was able to see how far he had come since then, living 10+ years longer than had been expected. We were able to thank him for the hard work he had put in to help him get there, which meant so much to us as well as the doctor.
OK, it was a long time ago, because I'm 60 now.
In high school, my dad played football. In those days, it wasn't uncommon at an away game for the team to go out to eat and have the restaurant refuse to seat the two black guys on the team. My dad (and the whole team) would then simply walk out. I'm sure it didn't change many minds, but that was his own small contribution to the civil rights struggle, and I'm proud of him for it.
I had a very good friend in elementary school. In 4th grade, she moved closer to me and I was ecstatic! However, suddenly some of my neighborhood friends were no longer allowed to play with me. My mom finally told me it was because my friend was black. I didn't understand what that had to do with anything until her mother said to mine that she'd understand if I didn't want to come over anymore. That she (my friend) had lost several friends for that. Still didn't get it (and still don't). Maxine herself explained it to me. Thought it was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. We continued to be friends until she moved a few years later. And I never really liked those "other friends" after that.
It's never made sense to me, deciding whether to like someone based on their suntan.
Load More Replies...While may not have changed many minds, I'm certain the two players have never forgotten how their teammates always stood up for them.
That dad left a good legacy to his children. Stomp out racism wherever you see it! Teaching our children right is how we get away from that hateful nonsense.
The best aspect of teams! I have so much respect for anyone who has had to fight for the most basic rights. I'm also pissed that they have to fight To be treated with dignity in the first place.
It's easier to blame "others" than taking responsibility for your own failures and shortcomings that gave you the disappointing status you have.
Load More Replies...My Dad has a similar story about when he graduated from parachute training in the Army. They went out to a restaurant to celebrate, and the waitress looked at their black instructor and said they wouldn't serve him. My Dad's whole class stood there united and said, "Yes, you *will*", and she backed down and let him in.
Wouldn’t have trusted the food, because racist white people are vile and nasty
Load More Replies...Today, that basic human decency gets called "woke" like if it were something bad
Survived Auschwitz, Buchenwald, and Dachau (but lost his mom, dad, and big brother).
I've been in prison for doing some very bad things. That was a trip to heaven compared to a concentration camp. I can't imagine being strong enough, lucky enough, and brave enough to survive, especially when my family didn't. I deserved what I got. None of the people in those camps deserved any of the evil that struck them, that did its best to destroy them.
Horrible times. I still can't get over the fact that so many people were ok with what was happening.
My father in law was shot down twice during the war, once falling into the English Channel, which was extremely cold, and the second time he was captured and spent 13 months in a prisoner of war camp. A true hero.
I visited in 2020 it was heartbreaking and so humbling to see what those poor people endured and the millions of people slaughtered. The photos alone would break your heart. I will be going back but not as part of a tour as they rush you round the camp and you can’t keep up with them.
Surviving such a nightmare would be so difficult to remove from your mind and reactions.
My dad got up every morning, worked hard his entire life, loved my mother, loved and spent time with his 6 kids. You could tell he enjoyed being with you. So no big story here, just a good man extending much effort to provide stability and love for his family. As simple as this is, it is what I believe to be the highest form of living possible. I try to be the same.
Actually we should. We should live in a world where both parents do their best to do right by their kids. But I understand what you're saying.
Load More Replies...If every husband/father was more like this the world would be a much better place. My father was the same way. Married to my mother for 61 years, 6 kids, 19 grandchildren... he loved us all. And we knew it. R.I.P., Dad. I love you back. 💞
May not sound too special, but definitely FEELS special if you have it. I didn't from my birth father. My step-dad, however, was amazing
He was a teacher and well liked by pretty much everyone. One summer, neighborhood kids invited him out to a place they were going in the country to test out model rockets they were building. Long story short, it went really, really wrong. A rocket came back at them, he shoved everyone out of the way, and took the rocket to the leg where it exploded, destroying his leg. Being in the middle of nowhere, it was 20 minutes before an ambulance could get to him. He is a former firefighter and EMT, so to stay alive until they could get to him, he reached inside what was left of his leg and pinched off the femoral artery and held it until help got there.
They life-lifted him from the hospital to a major trauma center a couple hours away where he underwent surgery to amputate everything. The next morning he woke up and the nurses asked if he needed anything. He asked if they could bring him a long chunk of wood and some carving tools so he could get started on his new leg.
A month and a half later he was back in his classroom teaching to start the school year.
Excuse me while I pick up my jaw off the ground. That was a wild story.
"I've had worse." "You liar!" (Fun fact 1: after the Black Knight lost both legs they replaced the original actor with a double arm amputee standing in a hole! Fun fact 2: When John Cleese's kid watched that scene, kid solemnly remarked, 'Daddy doesn't like that man very much').
Load More Replies...Yet when I ask for the same thing WITH LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME WORDS when I was hospitalized, I got dirty looks. I was in for a throat infection, why do you ask?
They could have at least given you a tongue depressor, selfish gits.
Load More Replies...He fúcking reached inside what? Is he one of those people who can't feel pain or something?
Unimaginable pain or death? Also the adrenaline from the shock probably made him feel nothing.
Load More Replies...I remember building and launching model rockets but why are you playing with EXPLODING rockets?
A car is not made to explode, yet things go wrong here and there it explodes somehow. The rocket accidentaly explode doesnt mean they made the rocket to do so...
Load More Replies...When I was 13 I was having a hard time with puberty and felt very insecure. I cried a lot and felt ugly all the time. Sometimes I was bullied. My parents were divorced, and dad worked at VW, testing cars which were not yet known, let alone be for sale. He was a handsome, tall guy with the most beautiful voice. One day in school, when I was feeling especially down, he picked me up, parked a brand new white Golf cabrio (yet unknown for public) with open roof right in front of all the “cool” kids including my crush, and waited for me to come out, rocking his long curly hair and sunglasses. I swear ALL the kids were drooling, asking each other whose car that was. I shyly walked to the car and sat down right next to him, he greeted me and handed me a small package. Everything seemed in slow motion while I was opening my gifts; two pairs of the most beautiful earrings and a necklace. Then off we flew in the white convertible, boosting 90’s hits. Everyone was staring. I felt like a rockstar. Miss you SO much, dad.
I can swear I read "Fabio" somewhere, but it must've been "cabrio" that got me confused. Still picturing Fabio, though, and no one can stop me!
Fabio driving a cabrio...watch out for that bird!
Load More Replies...I motion to induct this dad in the hall of Fame! Who here seconds the motion?
My dad was creating a nativity scene for Christmas with mannequins. He comes to pick up sixth-grade me and my eighth-grade sister with mannequin parts hanging all out of the bed of his little pick-up. There were body parts everywhere, which he had strategically placed within eyeshot. Boy were we mortified then, but now, it makes me miss him more everyday. He did crazy stuff like that all the time. He was also the local superhero in our town, like tight suit with an emblem and a moniker and everything. That is also an embarrassing story but one for another day and another thread. Miss you, Captain!
Awesome man, you were lucky to be a part of his life, and he was lucky to have you as part of his life.
Well done dad ! You gave your kid a lot of self estimation which she sound she needed.
GOD puberty was hard. Being gay, and having to change in locker rooms of the same gender were a nightmare
I was estranged from my dad for 25 years, after my mother abducted me to Australia. I made a real effort to track him down after my wife got pregnant with our first child to let him know he was going to be a grandfather. Fast forward three years and we're finally reunited. Our first son was very clingy to mum and didn't like strangers, and would instantly shirk any kind of attention from anyone except immediate family. On our first day out, we're standing in the carpark and my dad tells us he's going to take us to a nice little cafe for lunch, and then he says "Alright, come on little guy" reaches out and takes my son's hand, and he just goes with him. The two of them walk off together hand in hand, and my dad is talking happily with his first ever grandson. My wife and I let them go off ahead a little bit and followed behind.
My father died the following year, and this was to be the first and last time I saw him in 25 years, and the first and last time my son would meet his grandad. My son knew his own. And my dad did it with such confidence and safety that he didn't get a chance to feel anxious about leaving mum's side.
Thankfully I have a photo of that moment. It's a precious memory.
To bad youcouldn't have a relationship with your dad. Sounds like he would have made a great father. Have a couple of questions? Why did your mom leave your father? Did you ever ask your mom why she left him?
My dad was a cop in a large American city. By the time I was teenager he already had over 25 years on the job and had retired into a second career as an insurance investigator. Not once, but twice, he and I were out running errands and witnessed horrible car accidents. This is before the era of cell phones. Both times I watched as he quietly put our car into park and set about stabilizing the wounded, delegating tasks to gawkers, and pretty much taking charge until the first responders got there.
Pretty much the worst s**t I've ever seen in my life, he calmly went about the business of saving lives.
No. A hero is someone who sacrifices themselves in a big way to save someone else. What he did is use his hard-earned skills to help when anyone would have done the same. Very good thing he was there. But not a hero. Let's try to use that word correctly, otherwise the meaning gets diluted.
Load More Replies...WOW. That's happened to my Mom & I more times than I can remember. She was a nurse & I was in training. The first time it happened, an elderly gentleman had a heart attack and his car veered off the freeway, thankfully onto the berm on the right (US). We saw it happen and Mom pulled over instantly. We set the emergency brake & pulled him from the truck (a yellow Chevy Luv, will never forget it). He was completely cyanonic (blue), but we started CPR anyway. When the EMTs got there, Mom insisted we leave. I was confused. She said we stop to help until help arrives. We do not stick around for accolades. I later realized this was before the Good Samaritan act was passed and she wasn't taking any chances.
When I was 10 he was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer and was told he had 2 months to live at best. He told the doctors no and battled for 9.5 years before passing in 2014. During that time he always worked hard and made time to help people while still giving me and my 4 siblings as normal a life as he could. Especially my youngest siblings who were twins that were a little under 2 years old. He got to give them some more time and not just a man in a picture as a memory. There’s not a single person who I’ve come to respect half as much as my father. Nothing is more bad*ss to me than a person going through some awful s**t, but they still somehow power through and persist on. Trying to take notes as I go through my own, more minor, leukemia diagnosis. Couldn’t have asked for a better role model.
"He told the doctors no". That is epic. And I wish OP all the strength and love they need in their battle.
There used to be a commercial here for a cancer center that treated the worst cases, and apparently had a high success rate. The only reason I remember that commercial is because of the line: You don't have an expiration date written on your foot.
Keep that head high and positive your own results will be better he showed you how
A bit of a sour comment here, sorry....often posts about "battling cancer" and people saying "no" to it, feel like: if you fight hard enough you can beat/postpone it. So the people that DO die in a short timespan, did they not try enough? Did they not fight enough? I'm sure my cousin, who left behind 3 young kids when she died from cancer at 41 fought hard. Cancer can't be beaten by sheer will. It is great that there are people that live longer with cancer than predicted, but I just hope that cancer treatments become better and better and easier.
In elementary school, my siblings and I were maybe 1 of 10 Asian families. For breakfast I would eat anything from Korean and American foods. I once had a stew my mom made and went to school. My old, white, racist teacher came up straight to my 8year old face and told me I smelled ethnic and needed a shower. I went home and told my dad. He was so mad, I thought his head was going to blow up. At the time, he had a Korean secretary whose husband was a Polish American WWII vet. My dad took him (who was also very mad) to my teacher and principal. We called him grandpa. Well grandpa told the teacher and principal that I was his granddaughter. And if the school had issues with my ethnicity that he would sue and expose them to racism and let everyone in the neighborhood know that my school is not the place to be. That he didn’t fight the Nazis to come back home to fight the same bs. Anyway they left me alone after that. My dad was the best for defending me and coming up with the idea. And my “grandpa” for pretending and defending a complete stranger. I loved him like a real grandpa.
I had to reread this several times because I thought that the dad was the Korean secretary.
Spices that white folk don't use. Which, to be honest most don't use. It's ridiculous and stupid
Load More Replies...But racism doesn’t exist in America. Nooooooo! every generation white people deny racism is a problem
I read somewhere recently that South Koreans have somehow evolved out of the need for underarm deoderant. Is this irony? Alanis Morrisette confused me about the definition.
Jumped into a freezing river with heavy currents to save my 4 pound childhood dog.
Double or nothing: either he saved the dog, or OP lost a pet and a parent at the same time.
Load More Replies...Good man. But yikes you could have ended up with no dog and no father. That's a huge risk.
Once wore a Batman costume to a job interview because it was Halloween. He got the job.
Pleaseeee tell me he talked like him too. *hoarse voice* "You will give me the job, or I'll have Alfred come and beat you into shape."
One does not cross Alfred. You have been warned.
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My Dad set the record at our local transplant center for people volunteering to be tested to see if they were a match to donate him a kidney. If that doesn't indicate a life well lived, I don't know what does. My Mom's sister ended up being a great match and the transplanted kidney has been going strong for 20 years!
Headed a debate with students and staff about the importance of gay rights at university in the 1970’s.
Well, you might want to look up the opinions on that matter of those political parties winning the most recent votings in several countries. Maybe you are not interested in politics, then please notice that right wing parties not only do not like people who don't fit into the Adam-Eve-snake-apple story, but righteous hate them and want them at least in prison and best to die.
Load More Replies...For Christmas in 1986 me and my sisters really wanted a Nintendo Entertainment System from Santa. My father told us that if we teamed up and cleaned the basement he would put in a good word for us with Santa. So we worked our asses off to make that basement spotless. On Christmas morning we snuck downstairs and didn't see any boxes big enough to be an NES, so we all kind of hung our heads a little. When it was time to open presents we started with the biggest packages first, which were all clothes. There was one final package that seemed big enough, but it was a pillow or something. When all the presents were opened our father could see how disappointed we were and said "What's that coming from the basement?". We immediately perked up and ran down to be basement to the sound of the iconic Mario Brothers theme. This is the most epic thing my father ever did. Love ya Pops.
My Dad passed away in Feb of this year. In Dec of last year, he cleared my families (wife and I) debt...all of it, mortgage, college loans for both wife and I, medical, CC, cars, etc... completely. Literally only have utility bills. That was pretty Epic and I miss him dearly.
That was a great kindness. I would do that also as much as I can if I had a family. So they wouldn't have to worry about any dept.
That's a HUGE gift he gave you - no fighting relatives over inheritance that way.
That is an enormous financial load he took from you. He gave you what you needed also not just what he was leaving in his Will.. Smart dad.
Had his hat blow off on a windy day in a crowd in Chicago. Stuck his hand in the air, caught another random hat blowing by, wore it instead.
Let all of us finish college even he works only on a minimum wage, he always finds ways to pay for our school so we can have a good future. That was more than epic to me.
Money was tight with us too still my mom said "You have to study something, but it's your future, your pick, but there will be a study and you will finish it successfully" Still thankful for that every time I arrive at my job. (Yes, i've seen friends being forced into careers by parents. None of them is happy with today's job)
That sounds familiar. My father quit school after 8th grade, and never made much money, but he insisted they my sister and I go to college. Many times he told me "No matter what happens, education is something no one can take away from you."
Load More Replies...My BIL just switched jobs to almost double his pay. He stayed employed at a college for 30 years despite being treated like c**p most of the time. He made decent enough money, but the real benefit is all 4 of his kids got free degrees because he worked there. His youngest just graduated (and got married!) and he immediately left for greener pastures.
Same here 70 years ago, longer, best schools uni support for two girls to be well educated
My dad has done a host of epic things in his life, and some of them are in the history books, but the most significant to me is the deliberate work he put into being a loving and present father, despite the logistical challenges presented by his lengthy and distinguished naval career. Despite frequent deployments during the first 17 years of my life, my dad made sure that we stayed connected and that I could always reach out to him. After retiring from the Navy, he taught us about reinvention, launching into a second full career with a side hustle that continues to this day. He would buy children’s books while on deployment and send them to us with recorded cassette tapes of him reading the books to us to always be available for bedtime stories. He set up flower deliveries in advance for birthdays, phoned in additional orders for unplanned milestones like losing teeth, and when sending my mom flowers for her birthday and their anniversary, would also order a small one for me. I still have all the letters he wrote from his various deployments, tucked away in a box, along with many of the small interesting items he brought back. When he was home, he would set aside time for each of us, to teach us things like riding a bike or fishing. He fully supported my interests as a child, helping out with Girl Scout badge activities and always offered to take my cookie signup sheet into the office (and then my mom would ship all the cookie orders out to the ship, the true MVP of cookie season). Moving frequently was difficult on me, especially as a teenager, and when he was home, he would make time in his day to drive me to school or pick me up for lunch to make sure we had time to talk. (Even if it was often me venting teenage angst over chicken nuggets.) His driving lessons were unique and valuable to this day. Having been a flight instructor, he was unflappable and calm in the face of a slightly overwhelmed newbie, pointing out that while it seemed tough to me, it was easy mode for him - we were on the ground and nobody was shooting at us. He passed along his belief in safety through maintenance, and delegated important tasks to me at an early age, providing guidance and feedback while teaching me how to do things like plan a cross-country road trip at the age of 10. He encouraged me in my frequently changing hobbies, even if he didn’t always understand the appeal of things like LARPing. While I was never enthusiastic about yardwork as a kid, we share an interest in gardening now, and it’s been so rewarding getting to teach each other things as adults. He never let logistical complexities get in the way of being there for us, despite being half a world apart all too often and occasionally needing to fight a war. We have never had cause to doubt his love or commitment to our success, even if our paths to becoming fully functioning adults was meandering and had its hiccups. He and my mom demonstrated that lengthy separations are a challenge, but far from insurmountable with good communication and dedication. Over 50 years together and they are still setting an example for me in my own 20 year marriage. I’m going to stop here in the interests of time, this could probably be a book. TL:DR: My dad is awesome because of how he never let anything (even major world events) get in the way of being my dad.
Sounds very similar to my childhood! My Dad was a Medal of Honor recipient and despite that, he was shy and humble and the only person I've ever known who was 100% truly capable of unconditional love. He was also in the Navy for almost 30 years. He rode submarines so he was out to sea for 3 months, home for 3 months and so on. When he was home, he was a hands-on Dad who spent quality time with all 5 of his kids. He was the one who took us to the base pool, to the beach, drive in theaters with the entire family, and even taught us how to make hospital corners on our bed sheets and how to clean house and do laundry! He was a Navy Corpsman and I grew up watching him patch up guys from his boat, neighbors who were injured and even their pets. Steak bones were saved for our dogs and he heated them up so the dogs didn't have to chew cold bones! I too could write a book... My Dad is and always will be my Hero! I miss him with every fiber of my being...Thank God for Dads like mine!
My dad and his brothers beat the ever loving s**t out of their sister’s (my aunt) abusive husband after she showed up to family dinner with a swollen shut black eye.
Hopefully the took turns, all at once might be a bit unfair. However ...... he beat their sister, none of them wanted to wait to take a turn.
.... and their face, and their ribs, and their knees haha 😋
Load More Replies...Grandpa, dad and my uncle did this in the late 1950s. Grandpa did not tolerate violence on women. Then they assisted my aunt in obtaining an uncontested divorce.
Idk about this one, violence is not the answer for violence, even if the abuser deserved it. The domestic violence dynamics are fragile and complicated. The abuser can go nuts and kill his victim, it happens all the time. In a perfect world the abusive person should be locked in a cell, it almost never happens
I mean yeah true, but in a perfect world there would be no abusive people, so
Load More Replies...My Grandad, in his younger years, paid a visit to his sister. Her husband wasn’t there at the time. Sis had a black eye… “Did he do that?” After some hesitance, she said he had. Not long after, the POS husband arrived home, and my little Grandad scared him so much he leapt over a 6ft railway wall to get away. That’s not an exaggeration, the street is still there today & I’ve seen said wall.
This is how it should be handled. Ends the abuse and potentially saves the marriage. Not likely to need to happen twice.
My father and me were driving our motorcycles one day on curvy backroads of eastern Belgium,. It was a rainy spring day, later in the afternoon we got cold and tired. We had miscalculated our route and it was getting late. Too much time riding, a long way still to our hotel. We started to skip rests. Then, due to exhaustion I suddenly missed a tight corner, riding about 25 meters behind him I target fixated on the outside bend and missed my line. I could not save it. I bailed instinctively, my rental sailed through the air into a meadow a couple of meters lower, I ended up in a ditch close to the road. I was fine, relatively. No major injuries. My father had seen me fly through the air in his right hand mirror. He must have frozen in horror, but he made a perfect 180 on his 300Kg Honda St1100 and came back to see if I survived. I did. We rode to a nearby town, scuttled my damaged bike in a courtyard to be picked up by the insurance agent, got a tetanus shot and a quick checkup at a doctors office, then rode back to the hotel together on my fathers Honda. The next morning, we made ready to ride back home north. I waited a moment next to my father's bike to mount it as a pillion, all stiff, sore and aching from the crash. But he did not start the bike. In stead, h handed me the keys and said: “Here, you drive. Bring us home. I'll ride with you. Just ride, if you don't now, you'll get frightened.” So I did. I was terrified at first, but only for a while. It wore off quickly. And he sat behind me, all the way and let me take us home, despite me crashing my bike the day before. This was a true act of grace, wisdom, trust and courage I hope to be able to emulate with my children one day.
Damn, and I just asked my 26 yr. old daughter if I could have a valium before I tried to teach her how to drive again.
My family was driving home from a visit to my grandparents about 150 miles. My dad asked if I wanted to drive, I was on my permit. I jumped at the chance he took over the front passenger seat and my mom got in the back with my little sister. We were getting onto a highway that was completely foreign to me and I didn't understand his instructions, panicked and pulled into a parking lot and sideswiped a concrete light standard. He got out, I moved over and he moved the car. Then he had me get out of the car and showed me what I did wrong and pointed out where I wanted to enter the highway, told me to get back in the car and drive. My mom just said his name and he said it's all right and that was that. I drove the rest of the way home.
Driving home from the cottage once. There was a doe on the side if the road, just chilling. Didn't even move as we got closer.
Dad slowed the car to a halt, rolled down the window, leans out and asks the *goddamn deer* for directions to the highway. She just slowly backed away and vanished into the trees.
I'm dying in the passenger seat as we drive away.
Fun fact, deer don't typically stray more than a couple of miles from where they were born.
Load More Replies...St least he did not shoot her..awful hunting deer or any wild creature ..or anything really except..weeds, mosquitos and fleas..go for it
My dad doesn't know that I know this.
My mum was trying to help me find my birth certificate when I was younger and lived at home. We checked in my dad's drawer for it because that was were it was always kept. We found a letter from the local head of police thanking him for catching a theif as they were running from a shop, he had restrained them until police arrived... HE HAS STILL NEVER TOLD US ABOUT IT!!
Dad doesn't say anything not only for humility's sake, but perhaps to protect his family from worry.
My family was sledding down this big hill, at the end was a cliff into a parking lot so we would all stand there to make sure no one fell off the edge. My younger sister went through my moms legs and was about to fly off the cliff when my dad ran faster than humanly possible and dove and caught my sisters sled and stopped it inches from the cliff. We all called him Superman the rest of the trip.
in general .... nothing faster than a dad to the resq, nothing more vicious than a protective mom
My heart stopped ...iyt wasn't your sister's time to fly anywhere. Sounds a very dangerous ride as it was.
My dad graduated from university when he was 21. They told him if he got his teaching certificate he could come back and teach. He did and a year later became an assistant professor. He stayed working there his entire career, moving on to tenured professor then Acedemic Dean and finally President. He got his Phd along the way as well. At his retirement party 1000 people showed up.
Educators' never get the credit they deserve! I am glad so many supported him!
My daughter sole parent of two also studied her way through Uni whilst teaching and working there, completed her Master's degree and Doctorate, and was until this year the Director of a responsible Department and is now a professor in her field. She does everything including the house mortgage, renovations, house and garden maintenance, and all expenses whilst supporting her children's current education. Her father abandoned us when she was 2. There are many quiet unassuming successful people.
My dad worked from home at a time when working from home basically never happened. He was a salesman of industrial equipment and his territory was 3 states. He was literally the only employee of the company within 500 miles.
I was having problems in school and the school didn't want to deal with it because when have they ever cared about the student being bullied?
My dad eventually went up the chain high enough to speak to someone at the district, but that someone kept dodging him. He'd schedule an appointment and get there and, oops, according to the secretary he had to leave early to take care of something else.
Once is unlucky, twice is a coincidence, but three times is enemy action.
So my dad got a bunch of work he could do in his car, waited until the admin pulled into their parking space in the morning and... blocked him in. My dad checked in with the secretary and said he'd wait in his car for the admin to return, and indicated which car was his. And so he sat in his car. From around 10am to 8pm. And then got his meeting with the admin because, shocker, the admin *wasn't* out of the office attending to an emergency.
When we were young kids, my dad convinced us we were going shopping to buy coats. Naturally we threw a fit and had no interest in going shopping. He dragged us there... as we were walking into the "store" I remember thinking that it seemed like a really big store for coats. We walked in and it was a monster truck show... a freakin monster truck show! I was super young but thats by far one of the most vivid childhood memories I have. Even at 40 I remember it like it was yesterday.
I love how they all threw fits. I bet dad really cracked up about it.
One day my dad texted me asking for the login information for my student loans lender. I asked him why and he casually said "I'm paying them off." Flabbergasted, I said woah, what do you mean? He explained he recently came into some money (legally don't worry) and wanted to use it to pay off my debt. After a few hours he texted me again to login. My $20k debt was now $0. Totally changed my life.
My father stole from each of his kids, myself included. Won’t get into amounts because anonymity, but we each could have bought a small car and had money left.
Student dept is such an american concept lol. When the entire world is telling it is neo slavery and they are ignoring it... How does it feel? What do they think? What goes on in keeping that kind of "cultural" thing? I mean it is alien. As alien to me as child brides in afganistan... Humanity is trippy sometimes.
I know some people that did the opposite. Three children of a successful dentist; dad pays for school but then they had to pay him back once they got jobs. Not sure if it was the total or just a portion of it and I get wanting to teach your kids responsibility and that there is no free lunch but that feels a little unfair. You’re protecting them from student loans but they still owe a bunch of money when they’re first starting out? My wife’s parents paid for both her and her brother’s college (undergrad and grad) so that they wouldn’t have debt when they finished.
I was riding my three wheeler Honda up a big hill following my dad on his four wheeler. I gave it too much throttle and ended up doing a backflip. My dad ( 6’4 260 pounds) ran down the hill and just before the three wheeler (probably 4-600 pounds) landed on me he kicked it from the side hard af and literally made it land next to me instead of on top of me. My 11 year old brain was amazed. He’s been my best friend my whole life (I’m 31 now).
Like it was said earlier, "in general .... nothing faster than a dad to the resq".
Survived not one, but 2 humvee explosions by IEDs in Iraq, help fight when their base in Iraq was attacked, came home and loved his family. I have a great respect for him.
He would value his home and family. Wars are needless killing machines the casualties are not only those who died but worse, the high number of those who still physically survived.
I went to an auto shop for the first time by myself for repairs when I was 18 and they ended up charging me $1200. I thought that was just the price that had to be paid so I paid it. My dad picked me up from the shop and when he saw how much I paid he parked the car, went inside and asked for a manager. He was calm but angry at the same time and I could tell it intimidated the manager who ended up doing the same service for $600 after they rediscussed the price and the manager refunded the rest back on my card. After that I have always negotiated payments for any auto repairs and ill shop around town if they dont offer a fair price.
He defended my room against a bee's nest in the closet in only his underwear and brandishing two fly swatters. Didn't get stung.
As a beekeeper i know that's impressive, but why BP is showing a picture of wasps is beyond me.
I can only assume that the pictures are picked by an AI the BP team picked up on Wish
Load More Replies...I(F) was maybe 12 years old and we'd always garden every year. Dad was from Montana so he was very hands on with doing and making things. This time I didn't want to garden this hot day because there were wasps that had made a home in an old oven or washing machine that they were gonna take to the dump. He insisted I come out to garden so I did. I was always terrified of bees. And oneof these fkers bit me on my hand. I screamed and cried because he didn't listen to me when I said I was scared. My dad was so angry that the wasp stung me that he doused the appliance in gas and set it on fire. It made me feel lots better and I gardener with him every year forever u til he couldn't do it anymore. I don't have a lot of good memories of him, but this one always brings a smile to my face.
A bit impulsive but he reacted..it paid off. Bees only attack and give their lives when adrenaline or fear is around them. They do not attack if one keeps calm.
My 58 year old dad is currently searching for a skateboard so he can ride a handstand on it. He would like to show his grandkids. It's a trick he performs every few years, at this point just to show he still can.
Men don't grow up, only their toys get more expensive. So the budget at 58 .... that'll be one hell of a skateboard then.
At age 61 I can afford really nice soccer balls. No more $20 rec balls.
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Never gave up on me despite me being really difficult in my teenage years.
Yeah, I'm glad my parents didn't disown me when I was a teen. 16 year old girl hormones are something special! ;) I remember one time when I was mad I slammed my bedroom door in my dad's face, and he just casually kicked it in - breaking the hinges so that the now open door swung right back in to my room. I can only imagine the look on my face, LOL. He ended up having to fix the door himself, but I'm sure teaching me a lesson was very much worth it.
Sports day. Won absolutely everything. Ripped as f**k with his tee shirt off. All the other dads were in awe of him, as were all my friends. Won the tug of war solo against four other dads and he looked like the love child of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Crocodile Dundee. I'm convinced he ruined the underwear of all my friends mothers by the end of the day. I simply had the ultimate dad as far as my friends were concerned. Never have I been in awe of anyone like I was him that day.
I've been chuckling all through this post. OP, you have some storytelling talent.
This is going to be my nieces someday. My brother is an absolute beast and he has always won every sport he tries. His biceps are the size of my thigh and I am not a small woman.
Laughing and he sounded like a cool heartthrob..and possibly knew it too with the shirt off!!
what, the moms aren't allowed to get wet or something? let them admire the man.
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Chased after my neighbours burglar with a bat.
I learned how to use a bat as self defense from my Navy Seal, tae kwon do with a blackbelt and third Don, foster brother. I can be scary AF. (BTW - it's a 30", 28 oz. aluminum Easton. Totally perfect for women).
Brave and lucky the burglar did not turn around and face him with a weapon
Saved my mom’s life after she tried to overdose on pills.
Saved me from drowning.
You'd be surprised how many parents just stand there while something awful is happening to their kid.
Load More Replies...When I was a kid and my parents were in their mid 20s, my mom worked at the local mall at night while my dad worked during the day. Some d******d kept parking inches from my mom’s car on the driver’s side, forcing her to crawl through the passenger’s side before she could drive home at the end of the night. After several incidents of this and her telling my dad, he and his buddy took their cars to the mall and had my mom point out the car that kept blocking her in. They took their cars and parked inches from both sides of the offending car, preventing the owner from getting in at all, and left a note on the windshield with his phone number, saying to give him a call if there was a problem with his parking. The dude actually called my dad to complain, and what came out of my dad’s mouth was some of the most foul, hateful, s**t I’ve ever heard. I’m paraphrasing, but it was something to the effect that if he ever did it again, it would be the last mistake he ever made. My mom never had a problem with him again. Not epic I suppose, but I thought it was pretty bad*ss.
When my sister and I were 7 and 9 respectively, my dad took us to the local pool for a swim. We walked home together, and as we arrived noticed a lot of different government type vehicles A large hog had come down from the mountains into our residential area to eat from our guava tree Animal control and a few cops were running around the house trying to catch the hog, apparently they had been trying for the last hour. It was quite the circus My dad picked up this rainbow or U shaped climbing thing we had in the backyard and in one motion trapped the pig against the fence with it allowing it's capture He did some farm work as a kid.
Well, let's see... Back in the 60's he was the keyboard player in a band. You've never heard of his band, but if you know who the Grass Roots are, his band toured with them as an opening act. He played with some other bands like the Kingsmen (Louie, Louie) and some others I can't recall off hand if they rolled through his area when he was a teenager. He also went to college at the same place most of the Doobie Brothers band went, and he lived across the street from their house. He would sometimes go and jam with them - unless it was finals week, during which he'd call the cops on them because they would play music all night. Oh, and the house he lived in at the time? Credence Clearwater Revival played their basement one time right before they changed their name to CCR from.. I want to say the Gollywogs. CCR's bass player used to live in the house, since he and my dad were in the same frat. Fast forward 30 years and my dad gets laid off from the job he'd been working for 20 of those years. We end up having to move away from the Bay Area to a bit beyond Sacramento for another job which falls through within a year. He then gets another job back in the Bay Area that is even better, and so that he can do the best for his family even though we can't move back he starts the job... and 3 out of 5 weekdays every week just deals with the 3 hour each way commute (the other days he would sleep in the Bay Area). I consider him doing that for us pretty epic. Then, 10 years later, he was diagnosed with terminal lymphoma. Which he proceeded to beat about 8 years after that. And he also beat two additional... relapses, I guess you call them? Basically, when cancer came for my dad my dad pimp slapped and humiliated the s**t out of that cancer. He did the same thing with heart attacks, of which I believe he had three. There was also evidence at one point, a doc pointed out, that my dad very well may have had a little baby stroke at one point... but he just hadn't really even noticed it. And, you know what? After all of that, when my dad was about 65 he had the courage to come out as pansexual. He did finally pass a couple years ago, but he got to spend those last few years with his new partner Jeff who made him happier than I'd ever seen him - certainly happier than my insane mother ever made him. So, yeah... self sacrificing, cancer whipping, pansexual 1960's rock star. My dad just *was* epic. I miss him every damn day.
He's a tow truck driver. He does accident cleanups and DUI towing, etc for a few police departments in the area. My car broke down one night, I had only a vague idea what town I was in, and that I was at a Wawa a mile or so off the main highway. This is before GPS was readily available on cell phones, plus he had a flip phone (still does) so sharing my location was off the table. I called him, and basically said hey I'm kinda screwed out here. He asked me for as much information as I could about where I had come from, what route I took, what I passed, that kind of thing. He is pretty clearly annoyed about this call, but says he'll see what he can do. He found me and towed me back. It was unbelievable.
Told me he was proud of me. Something I rarely, if ever, got from my mother and ex-stepfather.
My father is the opposite. I’m the first in my family to go to university. I earned a postgraduate qualification. Paid off my mortgage before 40. Married at 26, still married at 49 (my parents divorced before I started school). I volunteer for charities, where my financial and legal knowledge is valued. He still calls me Dopey. Not affectionately. Well, he did. I cut him out of my life nine years ago, as he kept undermining my mental health. All I wanted from him was a “well done” or “I’m proud of you” or “I love you”. Never heard any of those phrases directed at me: my two sisters, sure.
ucp, you probably made him feel inferior. His problem, not yours.
Load More Replies...My Dad was a Vicar, back in the eighties he was outside the church waiting to cross a road when a heavily pregnant, rather bedraggled lady fled out of a shop with an angry shopkeeper close behind and ran straight into a woman police officer knocking her down, she paniced and fled into the road, Thankfully the traffic stopped, but it showed what frame of mind she was in. Sadly the police officers decided that shoplifting a pint of milk and what they interpreted as assaulting a police officer was worthy of a truncheoning. My father put him self in the way, took several blows and got her on church ground, then smugly explained the concept of sanctuary. He got her into the vicarage and gave her a pint of milk, that was all she wanted, but that took a long time due partly to her being heavily pregnant, but mostly because my father was very badly limited by MS. I don't strictly know if the concept of sanctuary is still legal, or if it ever has been since the middle ages, but what i do know is that a) the London Metropolitan police at that time were mostly people looking for a fight. b) those police and the police they called in to surround the vicarage for two hours may not have been concerned with the legality of sanctuary, but someone high up was and they all disappeared. c) st marks church vicarage door was made of oak and heavy enough to withstand repeated battering of the police battering rams specifically designed to knock them down and d) for all his faults within the family unit, he was a bloody good vicar.
There was a story not long ago about a church that housed an asylum seeker because they were a sanctuary. If I remember correctly a service had to be going on or something so members of the congregation rotated for days on end to always be offering a service of some type to follow the sanctuary rule.
To the average person it's probably not that epic. But ever since I was a kid I have loved the idea of tattoos and one day having arms covered in colourful pieces of art. I used to draw on my arms with markers and my mom would get so mad. Well when I was 18 visiting my dad I mentioned to him I wanted to get my first tattoo, expecting like everyone else in my family that he would be opposed to the idea. But he just said "well, if that's what you want, you should do it", and I thought that was the end of discussion, support but no discussion. I was wrong though, and it wasn't because the next day while I was out with a couple friends he secretly spent the day going to every tattoo shop in town and grabbing business cards for every artist he could handing me a stack of probably 100 cards when I got back to his house later that night. He told me "I wanted to make sure that if you did get a tattoo you weighed out all your options, and picked the best one for you". It was the first time someone had not only supported my desire for tattoos, but actively encouraged it. I still have those business cards too, its been 14 years but I still have them stored away in my files, that's how important the action was to me. It was 2 years later he passed away and I finally got my first tattoo, a piece in memorial of him as it was only fitting that the first piece would be a nod to the one person in my family that wholeheartedly supported my decision. I have quite a few tattoos now, and I like to believe that if my dad was still here he would think my tattoos are cool as heck. But even if he didn't like them, I know that he would support my decision to have them.
My ENTIRE family was horrified when I got my tattoo. Of course, I was 18 y/o and it was 1959, so looking back I can sort of see why.
I have a face tattoo. it's related to a fandom that means a lot to me. a lot of people say about having a face tattoo, "what do your parents think!" my mum encouraged me to get it. you can get temporary ones of the design on etsy, and when I was wearing it once, my mum asked if that was new, and I said, no, it's a temporary one. she's in her 60s, and her response was "it really suits you. you should get it for real." when I did, she liked it so much she booked in with the same artist, and decided to have one she was going to have on her forearm on her ear and neck instead. we got her her first tattoo for her 50th
My dad was hitchhiking across Australia as a young man. He was alone in the outback when a wild boar tried to eat him. He had to hide up a tree for three days. The boar didn't go too far and kept coming back to the tree to check you see it really wanted to eat him.
Luckily a farmer driving past spotted him and shot the boar or my dad would be dead.
My dad caught a pickpocket in Madrid. He felt a light touch in his back pocket, spun, grabbed the guy by his biceps and screamed "Dónde está?" A crowd opened up, circling the craziness while my family looked on. After about 20 seconds of my dad screaming, his wallet comes flying out of the crowd and lands at his feet. He let the pickpocket go.
Bunch of 16 year olds all working in a retail store. We got a new manager that wasn't great. My dad was a retail manager for 40 years before he retired and knew the industry and laws inside out. I would come home from work and tell my dad about the questionable things the manager was doing. One day whilst working out back I hear a commotion, some other colleagues tell me there's a dude arguing with the new manager. I went round and saw my dad lecturing the manager about all the laws and workers rights he violated. That he was exploiting young people who didn't know their rights. I quit that job soon after to go to college but I was told the manager didn't last long after that.
Chopped off the head a copperhead snake with a garden hoe while I was playing in the yard as a young kid.
Now it is a copperhead and a snake, not both anymore...
Load More Replies...My great uncle did that when a copperhead was coming toward me as I played in the front yard of my grandma's house. I was 3 and I still remember it, he saved my life!
My old man hated I played warcraft as a kid. Fast forward to my third year in university, hes giving me a lift back to my digs and I mentioned the Legion expansion was coming out. That a bunch of us were going to play together because it was basically a homage to The Burning Crusade which is when I played the most. And I guess I sounded more hyped than I thought. So I said we're going to nerd out the next 3 days playing solidly. So we stopped in a store so I could grab a case of beer. Besides what beer / whiskey I drink, he knows nothing about preferred snacks etc, as we're walking around hes loading a bunch of s**t in the trolley and just says "Your mother's away, I'm going fishing every day". He grabs an extra crate of beer and a bottle of whiskey and says "my treat for your weekend". Get back to my digs and he unloads all of the shopping and brings it in and just said it was all for the weekend. Spend a god dam fortune.
Lol he ran outside and threw dishes at my abusive ex who showed up to our doorstep unannounced 😂😂.
Survived 5 years of war in the frontline while commanding a unit, got wounded, healed and went back.
Driving down the road at aroud 45 mph, we passed something small on the pavement and he said "Im pretty sure that was cash" so he flipped a U stopped in the middle of the road got out and grabbed it, it was a crisp $100. How he f*****g saw that I have no idea.
I seem to have an eye for money on the ground too. Several times I've spotted a hundred dollar bill just laying on the ground, one time the bill was laying in the grass, almost camouflaged. I wear glasses too. Lol
Blew the whistle on his corrupt CEO and testified against him even after he threatened to have my dad killed. We might have a troubled relationship but I can say he has never been a spectator to injustice.
My dad had an appendix removed and we had to go to the supermarket to get his drugs same day, he is laying in the back of the car, and there was an altercation in the parking lot and he still jumped out to tell them all to f**k off and go away. He was 5’8” 145lbs, so not intimidating, but he jumped out like the Hulk, and it all went away, I was 10.
It might not sound like a lot, but my dad has worked the same s****y job managing a store in a popular home improvement chain since before I was born. He has told me many times that if I have the opportunity to swap jobs to get paid more I should. The only reason he never did is because he never wanted to put our family at risk financially. For 30 years, my father has worked every day on concrete floors in customer service to take care of us. His back is shaped like a question mark when he gets home from work and sometimes he practically limped into the house. He would be in a bad mood sometimes, but he never said a word to us about how much he hated his job until we were old enough that he didn’t want us to repeat his mistakes.
Realizing my Dad wasn't a liar. Growing up he'd tell stories and I always thought he was exaggerating. Turns out he was telling the truth. Extremely trivial example is he used to say he was great at pool. Never believed him until we went to play and he called a shot that I thought was impossible. He did it. Made me reexamine everything he ever said.
He had the fastest time ever recorded in a gas dragster in the 1960s. He is also in the drag racing hall of fame which is pretty cool.
My mom used to go through my room and throw out anything that wasn’t exactly where she wanted it to be, without warning. I once spent a whole year saving every penny I had so I could buy two little quarter-sized animal figurines. A frog and a turtle with a bobble head. It was the first thing I’d ever saved my own money up for, and my dad encouraged me all year. About a week after I got them, I came home from school and she’d gone through my room. The figurines were in my jewelry box, in their own section, “organized,” “put away.” But she tossed them anyways. That night, my dad spent over 3 hours going through half a dozen trash bags to find those two tiny figurines for me. I’d gone to bed, and he woke me up to give them back and we just sobbed together for a while. Teaching “the value of a dollar” like no other. My dad was pretty awful person too, but he wasn’t all bad. I still have the turtle!
At the time, when I was about 9 years old or so (early 90s), I was in a Sears Department Store and decided I wanted to sit on one of the Ride-On Mowers. One store employee came over to me and starting yelling at me to get off, and my dad appeared out of nowhere, lowered his voice and confidently said "No one here yells at my child except me." with the look of rage in his eyes and the store employee apologized and walked away.
Delivered thousands of babies.
Became an engineer without a college degree. Just asked for the job when the position opened up. His comapny sent him to a few community college classes. I don't know if that's even possible today.
Admitted he was wrong once. That may have used up his entire capacity too.
it would be even better if he went on RuPaul's drag race, came back for All Stars and be in 2 Drag Race halls of fame
Water skiing, both he and my mom could start by standing on a dock and then finish there as well by stepping out of the ski. Me? I gave up after being drug around on my face too often. He also got a Purple Heart or two...land mine and a grenade. But the skiing...
Saved a bunch of men in a submarine training accident. I think the story is the torpedo backfired or something like that and it filled the section of the sub with smoke and he helped to get them out and I think continued doing his job the whole time as well and got some commendation for it. This was in the Navy. He also got behind on his paperwork for something and was told he couldn’t leave the submarine until he finished it so that took about six months or long enough for him to grow a full beard. So it balances out. Maybe six weeks. Six months sounds like a long time. While there there was also a mixup with the order for jam or jelly, and what they got was all strawberry, so he won’t eat that anymore. This last bit is unrelated but i threw it in anyway.
I had a great-uncle who was a absolute hoot... after his wife passed away and he was up in years every time we would go to Pennsylvania to visit family and we would visit him, we would get a list of things he needed/wanted and go get it for him (when we weren't there local family took turns taking care of him). EVERY single time he would ask for jelly and tell us not to bring him any "G*d D@mned Grape Jelly because that's all the dingbats around here bring me. Would it kill them to switch it up with some F*cking Strawberry or Cherry?" We would always stock him up with a variety of flavors to try to last him until our next trip... I miss that crazy guy so much!
I've always thought a submarine would be terrifying if something went wrong. Trapped there with no help
He joined the Foreign Service so my sister and I saw a lot of the world since we moved every two or three years. I still travel quite a bit for work, I love the variety.
My dad caught a bullet with his laptop in Kuwait in 2005. He was an intel guy who was walking between tents when his base got ambushed and he put his laptop to his head as a shield and it caught a bullet. He saved the bullet and has it on his desk now.
My dad is a bus driver. Here in Argentina bus driver's children and wives don't have to pay the ticket to use it. So I told the bus drive that my dad works in the company, he told me that he hadn't known who he was so I had to pay. I commented this to my dad and the fact is that they know each other and my dad helped him a lot in the past with his children. So one day, my dad saw him and punched him on the face :).
Why don't they give the busdrivers families special cards? Saves a lot of trouble.
He held and, to my knowledge, still holds the Japanese 100 yard hurdle record. He was part of the occupying force and not long after he set the record in 1945/46, Japan converted to the metric system, leaving his record untouchable.
Good grief my dad has so many epic stories of just partying and living the Bachelor life (didn’t marry my mom till he was 42). A couple note worthy things of his: He saw Elvis in Vegas (I think nearing the golden era) and he was quite close in the audience. He’d recall how he’d have to restart the songs because he’d mess something up. He was in a Frat with the actor Alan Thicke! He’d talk about how often he’d bring his guitar out to play at their house parties. Till this day, their composite photo is one of the most stolen items from the Frat house. But something that I was around for, was simply just how fearless he was when he’d bring me to theme parks. I was terrified of rides and he’d go on solo to show me they were okay. Even water slides, where he’d get stuck bc he was too big for them lol he’d also hide a 5 cent candy folded up in his newspaper to surprise me 🥹 it’s the little things that make him Epic!
Once when I was a teen I used to go to basketball practice once a week. After a practice I was waiting for the bus with a teammate, and these two adult guys came over and threathened us and beat us (nothing too violent but still). Naturally we ran from those guys and went inside the hall and I called my dad. About 5-10 minutes later he arrived in his car at the bus stop with an aluminium bat. Sadly the two guys was already gone. But he was ready to kick someones a*s that day.
My dad outran the police in his Lincoln many moons ago, he’s 91 now.
🎶 You're gonna drive me to drinkin if you don't stop drivin that hot rod Lincoln 🎶
Drive approximately 800 kilometres round—trip to go to Las Vegas just for dinner.
I watched my dad do the most epic dive into the sea from the top board in Plymouth UK. I don't know how high it is but it's high or seemed pretty high at the time. I would not do it.
Survived being hit with a dump truck rear diff that fell off on the highway and smashed through his windshield/steering wheel. Has the high score for being asked to leave bars/restaurants for dirty jokes and being loud.
Called a lift on our cruise ship, stepped in, held the door open. Pressed every floor going up, farted and then exited the lift.
i'm adopted. i'm also an old fart now at 67. this little ditty may not be the heart warming story that most people would like but it shows the devotion of a man who didn't have to step up as a father. when i was 24 i was in an abusive marriage for 6 yrs. eventually told my parents & made the decision to leave & go to a battered women's shelter & begin divorcing from safety. i planned the escape w/a friend who waited until he left for work. then, grabbing my 18 mos son & whatever he needed & a change of underwear for me i jumped into her car. dad has always been a quiet soft spoken man w/no tendency to violence. owned a rifle because he occasionally hunted. so, imagine my shock ten yrs ago to learn that both he & his friend had taken positions in the woods from both sides of the road where my house was & trained their rifle on my house just in case my ex returned while i was leaving & caused issues. he & mom told me this on a holiday after they had had a couple of brandies & let is slip
I dont think there is a decent parent alive who would not commit murder to protect thier kid from evil. Adopted or not.
Load More Replies...These brought me to tears. My father passed away when I was 6 years old. All I remember was his kindness.
My dad took me out of state on a college visit to the Art Institute of Chicago (the college, not the museum, though it's right next to the museum) since I wanted to go into digital communication. It's a crazy expensive school and I know he probably didn't approve of it. For context, my dad was a Pastor for 50 years, very conservative, traditional, and a self-described fundamentalist. We walked through that incredibly liberal school on a tour for prospective students and there were penises drawn everywhere, liberal political posters, and all sorts of LGBTQ+ references. That man didn't say a word even though I know he was so far out of his comfort zone. He let me make my own decision and I decided that even though I loved it, it wasn't worth the student loan debt. I can still hear the tour guide saying "Oh, and here's a penis on the chalkboard. Wouldn't really be art school without a random penis."
My dad caught us squirting reddi whip into our mouths. He asked us what we were doing. We thought he would be mad. Instead, he told us we were doing it wrong, and it was releasing the gases from the container. Then, he proceeded to squirt reddi whip in our mouths properly by inverting the container upside down.
My dad is my hero, my hiking partner and my best friend. I'm 47, he's 76 and he can still walk 25 km or more without even being tired. I fear the day I will lose him, and I know my whole world will fall apart when I do.
Dad's supervisor wanted him to quit so he could fill Dad's spot with a friend. Dad said no. Boss said "We'll see about that." Started a campaign to make Dad look bad. Scheduled meetings without telling him, sent memos and deliberately left his name off, etc. Turned his work friends, his office mates, and his team against him. Eight months after manufacturing a case, boss got Dad fired. Four months after that, FBI shows up at our door. Very long story short, Boss Man was embezzling from the bank they both worked at...and my dad found the error that helped convict him. I know the details are simplistic--I was only 10 or so at the time.
My father is have a very long career as a teacher. But being a father for 5 kids, his earning is spread very thin. He usually using each weekend to trade chicken feed across town. Each time he came from his journey, he will bring some snacks for all his children. The only person that don't get any is my father. Miss you old man.. You are my hero.
my birth father was a pos that was never in my life, regardless of how many chances i gave him, and my step-father (the REAL Dad in my story) didn't come into my life until I was 12. I sat here reading these submissions & cried--even if your fathers never did these things, it must've been so awesome to have one in your life, from the beginning. I always say that you can't miss something you never had, but I still cry over stuff like this. thanks for cofirming that not all fathers are like mine; it does my heart good
i'm adopted. i'm also an old fart now at 67. this little ditty may not be the heart warming story that most people would like but it shows the devotion of a man who didn't have to step up as a father. when i was 24 i was in an abusive marriage for 6 yrs. eventually told my parents & made the decision to leave & go to a battered women's shelter & begin divorcing from safety. i planned the escape w/a friend who waited until he left for work. then, grabbing my 18 mos son & whatever he needed & a change of underwear for me i jumped into her car. dad has always been a quiet soft spoken man w/no tendency to violence. owned a rifle because he occasionally hunted. so, imagine my shock ten yrs ago to learn that both he & his friend had taken positions in the woods from both sides of the road where my house was & trained their rifle on my house just in case my ex returned while i was leaving & caused issues. he & mom told me this on a holiday after they had had a couple of brandies & let is slip
I dont think there is a decent parent alive who would not commit murder to protect thier kid from evil. Adopted or not.
Load More Replies...These brought me to tears. My father passed away when I was 6 years old. All I remember was his kindness.
My dad took me out of state on a college visit to the Art Institute of Chicago (the college, not the museum, though it's right next to the museum) since I wanted to go into digital communication. It's a crazy expensive school and I know he probably didn't approve of it. For context, my dad was a Pastor for 50 years, very conservative, traditional, and a self-described fundamentalist. We walked through that incredibly liberal school on a tour for prospective students and there were penises drawn everywhere, liberal political posters, and all sorts of LGBTQ+ references. That man didn't say a word even though I know he was so far out of his comfort zone. He let me make my own decision and I decided that even though I loved it, it wasn't worth the student loan debt. I can still hear the tour guide saying "Oh, and here's a penis on the chalkboard. Wouldn't really be art school without a random penis."
My dad caught us squirting reddi whip into our mouths. He asked us what we were doing. We thought he would be mad. Instead, he told us we were doing it wrong, and it was releasing the gases from the container. Then, he proceeded to squirt reddi whip in our mouths properly by inverting the container upside down.
My dad is my hero, my hiking partner and my best friend. I'm 47, he's 76 and he can still walk 25 km or more without even being tired. I fear the day I will lose him, and I know my whole world will fall apart when I do.
Dad's supervisor wanted him to quit so he could fill Dad's spot with a friend. Dad said no. Boss said "We'll see about that." Started a campaign to make Dad look bad. Scheduled meetings without telling him, sent memos and deliberately left his name off, etc. Turned his work friends, his office mates, and his team against him. Eight months after manufacturing a case, boss got Dad fired. Four months after that, FBI shows up at our door. Very long story short, Boss Man was embezzling from the bank they both worked at...and my dad found the error that helped convict him. I know the details are simplistic--I was only 10 or so at the time.
My father is have a very long career as a teacher. But being a father for 5 kids, his earning is spread very thin. He usually using each weekend to trade chicken feed across town. Each time he came from his journey, he will bring some snacks for all his children. The only person that don't get any is my father. Miss you old man.. You are my hero.
my birth father was a pos that was never in my life, regardless of how many chances i gave him, and my step-father (the REAL Dad in my story) didn't come into my life until I was 12. I sat here reading these submissions & cried--even if your fathers never did these things, it must've been so awesome to have one in your life, from the beginning. I always say that you can't miss something you never had, but I still cry over stuff like this. thanks for cofirming that not all fathers are like mine; it does my heart good
