Posted on 06/15/2014 5:50:23 PM PDT by COBOL2Java
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I just called my Father to wish him Happy Father’s day.
I’m glad I am able to do so. I am blessed.
(KIDDING!)
The truest thing my Father ever said to me was “Stay home, go to bed early, nothing good ever happens after mid-night.” He was so right.
With all due respect, a number of good things happen after midnight.
1) Amateur astronomy.
2) Dagwood sandwiches.
3) Writing (the interference from the other brains in the neighborhood are shut off).
4) Film Noir or Science Fiction movies or books (with some Talisker... LOL...)
5) Long walks (try it in the dead of night, you'll see where you live in a completely different way)
Dad taught me trigonometry when I was 3rd grade and barely knew how to do math, let alone algebra... sines, cosines, and tangents... I use it all the time... as in ALL THE TIME.
That’s all very good advice.
Boy, I sure miss my dad. He died a few years back...there were times in my life I idolized him. When I was a little kid, I consciously copied his handwriting because I liked the way it looked. It was all printed in capital letters, with the capitals being simply larger versions.
I used to go to where he worked and watch him walk down the hall...I’d listen to the sound of his feet echoing in the corridor. Then I would try to make the exact same sound when I walked.
He was a good man, and he loved his wife and kids. He wasn’t without his faults, particularly his alcoholism, pretty much his entire adult life, except for probably the first fifteen and the last fifteen years of it.
But even with his alcoholism, he was an extremely quiet drunk. And he was never mean, cruel or disrespectful to anyone, especially his wife and children. He just got drunk and passed out.
I had more respect for his getting sober than I did for anything else in his life (except for his being my dad)
Ah. What a man, I miss him so.
My Dad is gone too. I miss him ever so much, but am glad and proud to have had his guidance and love.
I feel badly for those who didn’t have a good Dad. I was SO lucky, and I miss him every day.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Wish you were here still.
The most valuable thing my dad taught me was how to be responsible for my actions.
Breaking it down, it had components:
How to be on time.
How to work when it was expected of you.
The importance of paying attention to and following the chain of command. Respect and work hard for your boss, make their job easier, don’t let them get surprised by things. Deliver value to your boss (and by proxy your employer and your country) Make them glad to pay you.
How to take responsibility for the quality of your work.
That a job is a privilege and not a right.
To be honorable. Do that by being loyal. Be chivalrous. Treat women of all ages in a respectful and polite manner even if they don’t deserve it. Respect your elders. Don’t be deliberately cruel, ever.
Worship God.
Appreciate what your country has done for you, and treat its symbols with respect. Respect the flag.
He planted all these things in me, mostly by his actions and behavior, not so much in words. He was an extremely quiet and reticent man. But he did impart it on me. I didn’t take it to heart and pay much attention to what he taught me as I advanced into my teens.
But as soon as I joined the Navy, everything I had ever learned from him clicked into place. I felt perfectly capable of becoming a sailor and doing what was expected of me. I never had an issue with tardiness. He imparted his work ethic, and I thank him every day.
Yep...I sure do love my dad.
Exactly. I feel so blessed and lucky.
I envy people who had a good Dad...I did not...He barely spoke, was an alcoholic. And my parents divorced when I was 13. My mother marred 2 more times...but I was never really attached. They were ok......I am proud of my son who is a great Dad...even tho his father was a louse I divorced when he was 6...but unlike my family i insisted he have a relationship with him...just venting here...I hate mothers and Father’s day
Oh...and I didn’t learn until after my dad’s death that his father committed suicide by hanging himself in the family home when he was 14...helped me forgive him a bit...too bad my Mom (or he) never told me earlier.
I honestly don’t know how to respond to that. I am saddened that you had such a poor experience, but nobody can do anything to change that.
It may sound trite, but you must be a stronger person than I, since G_d never gives us a challenge expecting us to fail.
You forgot pumpkin pie by the refrigerator light....
Leader Of The Band - Dan Fogelberg
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
Sorry...was quite the downer post...I did learn to be strong...and so did my son, thankfully.
My theory:
God made mosquitoes to feed the bats, etc. At first, they did not bite man. Once sin entered in, however, the devil warped them to attack God’s creation, man. Disease and death entered in after that.
LOL, yep!
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