Sometimes I have moments where I think of things that happened 10 or 20 years ago and I get embarrassed. Sometimes I think of things that happened yesterday and get embarrassed. But sometimes those embarrassing memories are linked to really powerful ones.
In the 17 years I’ve been driving. I have had a few scrapes, literally, but nothing substantial happen to my car. A few times incidents were because I was just dumb and didn’t check the blind spot in my own driveway.
In college I was home for a break and I was heading out to meet up with friends. My dad had parked his new work truck behind me and I did not look carefully before I started backing up.
(I was extra embarrassed, because my cousin and siblings were helping dad do yardwork so they all watched me make this ridiculous mistake.) And I scratched up my dad‘s new truck.
He did not get mad or yell, or make me feel bad at all. I left for my friends house and after arriving I got a text from my dad. I don’t have the text saved, that phone is long gone, but in a nutshell he said:
Don’t worry about the truck. Mistakes happen. That’s what insurance is for. Have fun with your friends and don’t let this ruin your night.
If that doesn’t sum up the type of man dad is, I don’t know what does.
In summary: Dads are great. Mine is the best.
Redheaded Jill 
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