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What's The Most Heroic Thing Your Dad Ever Did?

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My dad grew on a ranch in Nevada wrangling cows, worked the railroad, sold chickens and pigs through Idaho and Nevada during the depression served in WWII, raised two kids and took care of his wife who had rumitoid arthritist for 40 years. He never complained just went about his business. He died last August and I miss him every day. He was definitely my hero.
 
GREAT THREAD!



My Dad was a mechanical engineer and could fix anything. He was always taking care of the elder neighbors when they broke something.



There are 8 of us and one day we were all looking out the big window in the living room as Dad argued with this dope addict biker who would get a kick out of riding his Harley across our yard.

Dad was a small guy and when he reached up and grabbed an apple from the biker and smashed it in the guys face we were sure Dad was gonna get it... ... ... ... the big, dumb doper just turned and walked away. No more riding in our yard!:eek:



Dad went home to Gods house in '99, gosh I miss him. I get the blues real bad every April 4th as thats the day we said goodbye and it was his birthday.



Mike
 
FATHER?

St. Peter stood at the Pearly Gates, waiting for the incoming. He saw Jesus walking by and caught his attention. "Jesus, could you mind the gate while I go do an errand?"



"Sure," replied Jesus. "What do I have to do?"



"Just find out about the people who arrive. Ask about their background, their family, and their lives. Then decide if they deserve entry into Heaven. "



"Sounds easy enough. OK. " So Jesus waited at the gates while St. Peter went off on his errand. The first person to approach the gates was a wrinkled old man. Jesus summoned him to the examination table and sat across from him. He peered at the old man and asked, "What was it you did for a living?"



The old man replied, "I was a carpenter. "



Jesus remembered his own earthly existence and leaned forward. "Did you have any family?" he asked.



"Yes, I had a son, but I lost him. "



Jesus leaned forward some more. "You lost your son? Can you tell me about him?"



"Well, he had holes in his hands and feet. "



Jesus leaned forward even more and whispered, "Father?"



The old man leaned forward and whispered, "Pinocchio?"
 
I'm very lucky to still have both of my parents.

Two things I can think of when I think of my Dad.

1 I dont think I've ever heard him complain.

2 While I lived at home at least... . I never heard him curse. NEVER!!

But by far the most heroic thing Dad ever did was to raise me and my brothers.

My worst fear is, if my wife and I ever have children, they'll be as much trouble as I was.

Eric
 
My Dad is the most honest hard working man I know and instilled that in his sons by example and the rod. I wish he could just once say "I love you son". But he tought me well, I'll go to see the Lord knowing my kids hear that every day.
 
One day my brother about 5 or so was in the grain bin with dad and I was outside the door and we were putting the sweep auger in to clean out the bin. Somehow my brother ended up in front of the auger and it grabbed his pants leg, and proceded to crawl up his leg. My dad grabbed the auger with his hands and the drive belt slipped, I unplugged the motor and stopped the auger. Dad unwound the auger from little brothers pants, that had torn all the way up to his hip, and there wasn't a stratch on him. It was not the most intelligent thing my dad did, but absolulty one of the most heroic things he did. He risked his own hands to stop the auger and I know the man up stairs was helping too because the drive belt slipped and I was there to unplug the motor.



To this day, 13 years later mom still does not know!
 
If your Dad's still alive

Man what great words that many have written. Please make sure you learn all that you can from him about his "family history" and if you and him have any petty grievances - get the heck over it and be the son you should be! The time will come when you won't be able to learn and make up, and them my friend, you'll know what hell really will be like.
 
My Dads heroics

First of all , my Dad served in the Air Force in WW2. He was stationed in the Ilution islands. He flew fighters,made a few forced landings(engine failure) and braved the below zero temps. When I was a young kid in Cub Scouts(1960),we were at a snow camp in the mountains above LA. A kid got injured bad(sled accident) and an ambulance couldn't get up there because it had snowed. My Dad had a 1958 Chevy Nomad Wagon with the 348 V8 engine. The Rangers asked him if He could get this kid down the mountain to the hospital. The kid was un-concience. He got this kid to the hospital in one piece at the bottom of the mountain. I lost my Dad a year ago this month... ... . :{ . Still hurts..... Chris
 
My Dad had a very hard and short life. My Dad was the oldest child in his family and his Father died when he was only 13 years old. He worked from the age of 13 supporting his mom and 6 brothers and sisters and did not get married to my Mom until he was 29 years old because he was still taking care of his Mom and siblings. Within two years of his marriage to my Mom he was drafted into the Army for WWII. He would never talk about the war. He was in Chemical warfare and had a purple heart. Dad alway worked hard never complained and died at 55. I was only 18 when he died, wish I would of spent more time with him. I think being a hero is how you live your life. I'm very lucky he was my Father and would be happy to be half the man he was. Thanks for this thread, it's nice just to take the time to think about my Dad
 
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