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Originally Posted by beam2050
your a lucky man to have a father like that.
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You bet. I have the father that every man wishes he had.
I came to live with my dad in 1981, at the age of 12. Didn't really know him but we were stuck with each other. I had to learn how to cook, and not only that, the apartment we had was so nasty I wouldn't use the oven, so I learned how to cook in a toaster oven! We moved soon after, and I got a real stove to use! Over the years, I f'd up a couple of times, but my dad was always behind me. Even as an adult, he always stood by me, even when I got into politics. I will never forget the day that two federal agents were standing in the driveway, and Dad said, "Whatever Doug is into, I'm into." They didn't know how to handle it.
The years have come and gone, and I have been married and divorced, but I always had a place to call home. We always helped each other out. When Dad was 67, he fell off the roof of my cabin. I rushed around to see him alive and kicking. Literally kicking. He had fractured his heel in the 11 foot fall and was trying to stand up. I asked if he was okay and my dad replied, "Don't just stand there looking at me! Help me off my ass!"
67 years old, and is only concern was that he was laying on his ass.
Couple weeks ago, he fell off someone else's roof. This time, he was 83. He's got a fractured T-11 lumbar and a torn ligament. He's doing well though. He cracks jokes and makes the best of it. Even with a broken back, he's in better shape than a lot people half his age.
Yeah, I have the coolest dad in the world. And one of the toughest as well.
I have had the rare opportunity to spend the greater part of the last 50 years, with my dad. I have the relationship with my father, that most of you reading this, wish you had with yours.