Good for you! :D
I never had a father figure, my biological dad left me when I was 7 and I've not heard from him since then, and my [url=http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=759511]stepdad is a moron[/url]. I love my ma though, she's a saint :love:
My dad is a cool guy.
:)
I love me dad. He tells me he's proud of me all the time and I'm thankful for it. But I don't wanna talk to him sometimes. I need to fix that.
Fucking puberty.
That's really nice.
All the people saying it was the drink have obviously never had a drink in their lives and/or are trollin'.
[QUOTE=OvB;19660540]I've only ever seen my dad cry once. When we were burring a cat he swore he hated. It was chilling.
My dad joined the Air Force young. Did that until someone told him US Customs was developing a K9 Unit. So he joined into that and just rode it where it took him. We have a room full of plaques he won, Including a Commissioners Citation, and pictures of a huge drug bust. He then retired around the age of 54, at this time he was the Chief of Outbound Operations at the Houston seaport. The next year he got a job in Afghanistan as a Base Mentor so we could continue paying off the bills. He then got promoted the Executive Mentor and works a desk job(mostly) in the US Embassy. We haven't talked to him in about a week because he's off doing something we can't really discuss until hes done... He already Retired, yet he [I]chose [/I]a job in Afghanistan just so we could live a better life.
During Christmas while he was here for 2 weeks, we had found a WWI picture of my great grandpa. You see, every male in my family had been in the military. It was my dream to join the Air Force, however due to medical reasons, I can't. Around then we were talking about my brothers in the Air Force, and my mom mentioned about how she knew I wanted to join badly. My dad said: "There's other ways to serve your country than the military." Just the whole situation made it that much more painful. I nearly cried then and there. I'm the only male in [I]my[/I] recent bloodline to not be in the military, and I feel terrible about it, even though there's nothing I can do. Naturally I feel like an "anchor" so to speak on my family. Every time dad says he's proud of me for whatever it may be for, I feel like crying. I can only hope I'm half as good a dad as he is.[/QUOTE]
Fly UAVs from Arizona.
A similar thing happened to me. I was with a few friends (about 4 or so) and most of them were drinking/smoking pot. Me and one of my friends decided we weren't going to drink, he smoked a bit of pot, but i decided not to. So it ends up, one of my friends is so drunk that she could barely even function, and my best friend is a few drinks behind so they stop drinking. The problem was, we were under an overhang of a school, and it was pissing down rain.
So while my sober friend and my other friend who wasn't as drunk took care of the girl, me and my best friend went to run and grab everyone food. After an adventure of dodging puddles and buses
(the crossing light was on :argh: that bitch saw us too) we get to a fast food restaurant and sit down before we order. My friend tels me all about how happy he is that I am his friend, and that Im there for him, and that he hopes I wont think less of him after seeing him this way.
It meant a lot to me coming from him, we have only been friends for a few years, but we are so close its like we were both born from the same test tube or something.
[QUOTE=Erp;19652773]I love my dad too[/QUOTE]
i love your dad too
Dads kick arse, don't they?
my dad is dead :(
I met my dad for the first time during the last summer, found out he smoked speed when he just sorta whipped out his piece and took a puff. I asked, and he was pretty cheeky in telling me he really dug meth. (The highlight of this period was when he had a bat and was chasing his girlfriend of like 10 years around completely ass naked in front of three of his children (The other two are named after me, and I am the [I]second[/I], eg. Name Name Name II))
After two weeks of living in a shithole with no windows/floors/sinks/counters/a microwave we drove out to the coast chill with some people. Missed my first flight back, got a new one. Came back the day before school started.
Two and a half months later, mom runs in crying 'cause he "killed himself". On further investigation we find that the girlfriend most likely had someone else help her kill him because he was a shitwad.
I loved him though, take away the methamphetamine and we were exactly the same.
My Dad has been the best dad ever, he has always worked DAMN hard to help my family get by, even when my mom was addicted to these pills(shes over it now though :unsmith: ) and lost her job. He never looks down on me and encourages me to do my best. Even if he can't do what my friends Dads can do since most of them are in their 30's, and my dads halfway through his 50's, he has never let me down and I always learn something new from him everyday.
Heart to you, good man.
Here's my dad by the way:
[IMG]http://filebox.me/files/qm18uerbp_Screenshot_20100117_at_00.57.00.png[/IMG]
He usually has a hat, and it's my bigger brothers hand that you see on his shoulder there.
It's good to see a thread complementing a family member, rather than the usual "gawd my parents suck and are so unfair". Have a heart.
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