When I was 6 years old I wanted more than anything in the world to be an Indian Princess. This meant that every Thursday night for a year, my dad sat down on the floor with me and made jewelry with a bunch of other little girls and their long-suffering fathers. He even helped chaperone our camping trip. I painted his face, stuck feathers in his hair, and by and large made him look completely ridiculous, and insisted on being called Pocahontas. He endured it all.

Good thread idea.

My dad said he was thankful for antidepressants this year at thanksgiving and glanced at my grandma.

My dad ran down the escalator at the atlanta airport and tried to stop the doors do not rebound train and got crushed pretty bad even though we were not in any rush.

Actually, that second one is really out of character for him but pretty funny.

My dad cried when I was accepted to dental school and again when I was accepted into an endodontic residency...hes an endodontist.

-JP

Quote from my dad

"If a little bit makes you feel good, think about how much better a lot more will make you feel"

my dad was the strongest dad in the whole world

ummm......yeah.

my dad could beat up your dad.

If he said this to you, he probably wasn't talking about vagina...amirite?

you wanna hang out with people who deface other people's property? cool.

In spite of all I screwed up he said he always knew that I would turn out OK.

If any family was in trouble he and my Mom were there for them, no questions asked.

When I'd buy a new (used) car, he'd find out from his mechanic friend the most likely problem and make sure I was prepared. For example, I used the replacement ceramic ignition module that he put in my glove box when it went out for no reason at an intersection.

When my best friend disappeared with my car keys after The Who concert, he drove downtown and picked me up.

A million more.

I thought your Dad was awesome because he fought Achilles knowing that he would die, just to protect his honour?

Okay, here are my two:

-When I became a poker player, my dad was immediately my biggest supporter and fan. Everyone else was skeptical, even as I was making a living and slowly moving up the ranks. My mom wasn't completely convinced until my WSOP final table. My dad? As soon as I heard I was making a living (a little over two years ago now) he immediately thought it was the coolest thing ever and started railing me online and asking me how I was doing and arranging trips for us to the casino and stuff. He started reading my poker books and watching it more on TV and asking me about those guys and whatnot.

-Then when I almost died, he was the first person at the hospital and was there for me just about the whole time, even sleeping in his car on occasion when he absolutely had to. I stayed with him for a few months afterward to recover, too, and it was a good place for me to be. I don't think I would have come out okay on the other side if he wasn't around.

I decided to bring him as my guest to next year's Aussie Millions (after he had a death scare of his own) and we had a great time. We didn't have much of a relationship when I was growing up, but now, it's better than ever.

The coolest thing about him, to sum it up, is that he's totally supportive of all of his kids in whatever we do and he roots for us. That goes a long way.

You probably don't go to parties because you don't want to hang out with people who put toxic substances in their bodies.

Nath,

You were at a WSOP final table??

You almost died?

Where have I been???