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14 Short Stories About the World's Kindest, Wisest Dads

In 100 words or less, readers share their poignant tales of the bond between father and child. Have a story of your own? Tell us here for the chance to be published in

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by Kay Lockridge, Santa Fe, New Mexico

The little Cessna had just cleared the pattern in its climb to 1,500 feet when my father said, “OK, we can land now.” With my newly minted private pilot’s license in hand, I had wanted him to be my first non-instructor passenger. I’d planned to circle the Michigan State University campus and come back to the university‑owned airport. I reminded him of this, and I’ll never forget what Dad said, more than 40 years ago: “I’m not fond of small planes. I just wanted you to know that I have confidence in you.”

“TALKING IS LIKE KETCHUP”
by Carmen Mariano, Braintree, Massachusetts

I sat in my dad’s living room reading one night while he watched television. An hour passed before I realized it, and I felt bad for not speaking during that time. I asked if he was OK, and he said yes. Then I apologized for not talking more. “Carmen,” Dad replied. “Talking is like ketchup. If you like the meat enough, you don’t need the ketchup—and if you like the company enough, you don’t need the conversation.” My dad never earned a college degree, but he was the smartest person I ever knew.

THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO FAMILY
by Rachel O’Connor, Westtown, New York

“Linda, look at the map!” My father slammed on the brakes, glaring at my mom. He didn’t believe in excessive planning, and so each summer we embarked on a spontaneous family road trip that didn’t always go smoothly. There were lots of late-night panics to find hotels, stops to ask for directions, and elevated tempers. One night, we picked up a hitchhiker somewhere in Kentucky. As we blasted the radio and my dad bought us all ice cream, the hitchhiker told me he’d give his life to have what I had.

BIG SHOES TO FILL
by Theresa Arnold, Tioga, Texas

I cleaned out Dad’s closet yesterday. There were two things I couldn’t box up: his work shirts and his two pairs of Red Wing boots. He couldn’t remember birthdays or anniversaries, but he remembered the date on which he’d bought his first pair. I remember it too—April 16, the day after Tax Day. What does a child do with her dad’s favorite boots? I think I will make a planter out of them or use them to store something valuable. You can’t throw away a man’s favorite boots. You’ve got to keep them and pass them down.

DAD’S SECRET SPOT
by Lucia Paul, Plymouth, Minnesota

My dad was a gardener before it was cool. He would proudly tell people, “I can grow just about anything.” He could—except for my beloved lilacs. He tried everything, with no luck or lilacs to show for his efforts. One night when I was a teen, it was raining in that way it does in Minnesota in April: violent and cleansing. I heard the creak of the side door, and he stood soaking wet, etched with scratches, holding an abundance of lilacs. “I found a secret lilac spot,” he said. “It wasn’t easy, but I got them.” That’s how he got everything.

GOOD VIBRATIONS
by Nancy Perkins, St. Johns, Michigan

My dad died unexpectedly at age 78, leaving our family heartbroken. During the funeral mass, my sister felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She was a little surprised that someone would be calling her, knowing she was at dad’s funeral mass. Afterward, she found there was a message: “Hi, this is your dad,” said the male voice. “I wanted to let you know I made it home.” The caller obviously had the wrong number, but the message was clear. My dad had completed his journey to heaven and wanted us to know. Thanks, Dad—until we meet again.

THERE’S ALWAYS A FIRST
by Debbie Gunn, Bothell, Washington

My dad delivered bread for a living. We enjoyed each other’s company, so he’d drive home at lunchtime and I’d go with him. One day, we delivered to a large grocery store. When we pulled in back, the manager saw me and said, “I heard it’s your birthday, so go pick out anything in our toy aisle free.” I excitedly grabbed some paper dolls, but the big surprise was still ahead. Dad, the store manager, and the employees stood with a huge lit cake, singing me “Happy Birthday.” I’d turned seven, and this was my first-ever birthday party. Thanks, Dad!

STILL HERE
by Mary Ellen Raneri, Latrobe, Pennsylvania

My dad sat straight up in bed and smiled at me. Even though his mouth was crusted with fever sores, he grinned a big grin from his unshaven face. Dementia had completely taken him from me—or so I thought, until he spoke to me. “Honey,” Dad almost seemed to sing the words. “What are you doing here?” My throat muscles ached from trying to talk and not cry. Choking back my tears, I half-sobbed, “Daddy, I’m here to especially see you. I love you, you know.” “Me too, honey,” he whispered. Then, still smiling, Daddy fell asleep.

HOW I LEARNED THE VALUE OF WORK
by Rudy Berdine, Irvine, California

My dad owned a fruit market on a busy street. The sidewalk in front of his store collected dust and trash, which needed to be swept daily. At age six, I used to hide behind bags of potatoes when my dad asked me to sweep, but while sweeping one day, I began to find dollar bills under the dust and trash. I had no idea where the money came from. My dad had been putting money on the sidewalk—and soon, I was happy to sweep even when no money was found.

A LESSON IN PATIENCE
by Robert Cronce, Brown City, Michigan

In the spring of 1960, I was riding with my dad on his milk route. He spotted a small turtle crossing the road, stopped to pick it up, and put in the glove compartment. He told me not to play with it until we got home. Of course, when he got back to the truck at our subsequent stop to pick up milk cans, I was crying over a fresh bite on my finger. The moral of the story: It’s wise to follow instructions. And if you are going to poke something, use a stick instead of your finger.

RICH IN CHARACTER
by Angely Mercado, Ridgewood, New York

My dad grew up in a peasant family in Puerto Rico. He had to work on a farm and didn’t have time for homework. When he arrived to class early one day, the professor informed him that he had the highest score in the district’s math exams. Dad told me that since he wasn’t a rich person’s child, no one cared: He was a jíbaro who showed up to school with dusty shoes. That was when I decided to keep achieving as much as I could in writing, even after graduation. I’d immortalize him. I owe him that much.

LOOK IT UP
by Saurav Thapa, Bangalore, India

I was reading an article in the newspaper when I came across a word I didn’t know. “Dad, what is the meaning of the word ostensibly?” My dad, as he usually did after work, was watching his favorite show. “You have a dictionary, don’t you?” he shot back. He didn’t even look at my face. I went back to my room, and there on my study table was that dictionary. Ten years have passed and I still use that dictionary, along with the lesson I received early in life from my old man: to be self-sufficient.

TAGGING ALONG
by Betty Plough, Traverse City, Michigan

As a young girl, I treasured the times I could go places with my dad. Working for a funeral home in the lower peninsula of Michigan, he had to deliver bodies to funeral homes in the upper peninsula. You had to take a car ferry to get there, and the wait in line was always long. We were in a black station wagon with a body in back covered by a sheet. I can still see the looks on people’s faces as they passed our car and glanced in the windows. It’s one of my most memorable trips with Dad.

DAD CAME THROUGH
by Katharine DiGiovanne, Scranton, Pennsylvania

In 2002, my dad’s company expanded its territory, requiring him to travel more. On average, he was away for ten days each month. My mom struggled to work a full-time job and raise three children alone. Since the private school I attended didn’t provide transportation, my parents enrolled me in public school. My dad missed my first day of school and I got bullied, which caused me to act out. He picked me up after I served my third Saturday detention, and he didn’t go to work the next week.

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Let’s hear it for the dads!

Having a great dad can make all the difference in a child’s life, guiding their career, building their self-esteem, teaching them valuable skills, and showing them unconditional love. We are so grateful to all the amazing dads out there, doing these things day in and day out. However, sometimes extraordinary circumstances require a father to make extraordinary choices and we’d like to commend these fathers who went far above and beyond to help their children. Find out how Father’s Day became a holiday.

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Courtesy Luanga Nuwame

My dad turned our house into a giant board game

Staying home in quarantine due to the novel coronavirus pandemic was important for the Nuwame family health but it was also incredibly boring, especially for 8-year-old Azura. So her father Lue suggested they play a board game—but this wasn’t going to be an ordinary game of CandyLand or Clue. He decided to turn the entire first floor of their home into a giant, modular, life-sized board game.

“We can take it apart and put it together in so many ways,” Azura says. “I get to help decide which spaces do what actions and then my dad and I race each other to see who wins. I love it when I beat him! My mom is the ref. ”

This game, along with other handmade activities Lue makes exclusively out of cardboard, helps her stay healthy and entertained during the quarantine. But these games serve another purpose, helping Azura feel in control of part of her life, making the pandemic and other scary news feel less frightening and overwhelming. “I grew up as a depressed child and teen and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen to Azura,” Lue says, adding that the game gives the second-grader a chance to talk about her feelings and concerns.

It all seems to be working: “It’s so fun, I love that I get to play with my dad all day,” she says. Looking for something a little more traditional? Here are the best-rated board games to play during quarantine.

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Courtesy the Dean Family

Her dad helped create a safer wheelchair

Katherine was born with cerebral palsy, and because of it, the now 19-year old has used a wheelchair her entire life. When her dad, Barry Dean, a Grammy-nominated songwriter for A-list country artists including Tim McGraw, Carrie Underwood, and Martina McBride, became concerned about the risk of her tipping over in her wheelchair—a scarily common occurrence that by some estimates sends 30,000 people to the hospital each year, he decided to do something about it.

A little over two years ago, he began collaborating with his brother Jered who also happens to be an engineer. “We realized no one else was working on this problem in a meaningful way so [we] set out to create a solution for Katherine,” Barry said in a press release.

“This started out as a hobby and we were hacking Katherine’s wheelchair to help her out, and the assumption was once we were done with this we would get her the real deal technology” Jered says in a video. He developed a functioning prototype that “wouldn’t let her run into things or drive off steps” and that would “let her go out in the backyard by herself and get her help when she needed it. ”

As it turned out, there wasn’t any existing technology out there. So the brothers decided to start a company to bring their invention to the public. “What started as a labor of love among family members has ultimately created a safer, more stable way for people with disabilities to navigate their world and stay connected to loved ones,” Barry said.

The result was LUCI, a hardware and software platform that mounts onto a power wheelchair and “uses sensor-fusion technologies to allow the wheelchair to ‘see’ its environment and avoid collisions, prevent dangerous drop-offs, and provide unprecedented stability, security and cloud connectivity.” Best of all, it can be attached to a wheelchair so people don’t have to purchase a new one.

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Courtesy Nate Checketts

My dad shaved his head for me

A little over a year ago Will Checketts, then seven years old, was playing with his younger brother when he hit his head. His dad, Nate Checketts, took him to the hospital to get checked out, just to be safe. But a CT scan found that what had appeared to be just a goose-egg was in fact a serious head injury; Will had suffered a skull fracture and his brain was bleeding. The doctors said the boy had mere hours to live unless he got emergency brain surgery.

Will understood that the surgery was necessary but he was understandably terrified, and he was especially concerned about having to get his head shaved. Nate assured his son that it would be OK and to prove it, he shaved his head, too.

“Seeing my dad’s bald head made me laugh and also feel a lot better about my head,” says Will, who is now eight years old and fully recovered. “Now my dad’s teaching me how to skateboard now and it’s so fun. He is my hero!” Check out these other times when dads were real-life heroes.

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Courtesy Elena Roman

My father has called me every single day for 20 years

“My parents divorced when I was very young and I lived with my mom but my dad was determined to stay close to me,” says Elena Roman. But Robert Roman wasn’t going to settle for the occasional visit to catch up, he wanted to let his little girl know that he thought about her and loved her all the time.

“My dad has called me every single day since the day he moved out,” she says. He called daily even when she could only talk on her mom’s phone or when she was a busy teenager or when she was in college and was too busy to answer often. “I’m 24 and living on my own and my dad still calls me every day to see how I am, to check-in. Some days I’ll talk or vent to him or on days when I don’t have much to say he will read me a poem he found or tell me about a book he is reading. He is always teaching himself new things so he always has something interesting to say,” she says. “This is his way of showing me loves me and I know he’s always there for me, even if he can’t always be around physically.” For more warm fuzzies, check out these amazing dad quotes for Father’s Day.

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Courtesy Dennis G. Wilson

He stepped in as my dad when I needed one the most

“Growing up, I was an immature, angry kid with no father, that is until I met Dennis Wilson,” says Davidson Hosty. Wilson coached Hosty’s varsity high school basketball team but he says he was so much more than a coach, acting as a mentor and father figure to many of the boys. This included being tough when they needed it.

“I remember one practice, I mouthed off and he told me I could leave if I didn’t like what he was saying. I threw my jersey down and stormed out,” he says. “The next day, once I’d calmed down, he taught me that it’s a good thing for men to have emotions and express them but that I couldn’t let them control me. That was a real turning point for me.”

Wilson stayed a part of his life long after Hosty graduated from high school, encouraging and supporting him through earning both a Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree from Salem State and then getting his dream job in academics. “Coach Wilson still calls and checks in on me all the time, he has been instrumental in everything I’ve accomplished,” he says. “Even though we may not share blood, he is a father to me. He calls me his son and I consider it a great honor to be his son.”

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Courtesy Firefly Fund

My husband is finding a cure for our daughters’ life-threatening disease

Pam and Chris Andrews noticed their oldest daughter Belle wasn’t developing normally when she was just three years old. After two years of tests and specialists, she was finally diagnosed with Niemann-Pick Disease Type C, an extremely rare, progressive, and ultimately fatal genetic disorder. Additional testing discovered that Belle’s two-year-old sister, Abby, also had the disorder.

“While we were trying to process all this, Chris decided he was going to do whatever it took to find a cure for our girls, even if it takes the rest of his life,” Pam says. “He told me, ‘We don’t have control over the fact that both of our children have NPC, but we do have control over what we choose to do about it now’. ”

The pair started the Firefly Fund, a non-profit dedicated to raising awareness and funds for research for the rare disorder. “He has loved the girls from the second he first held them after they were born and they mean everything to him,” she says. “This foundation, and finding a cure for them, has become his life’s calling.”

“This year Abby’s birthday falls on the same day as Father’s Day and having her, and Belle, still with us is the best gift I could get,” he says.

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Courtesy Michelle Hill

My father bought my dream wedding ring

Michelle Reynolds and Cameron Hill were high school sweethearts and even when Cameron left to serve a two-year mission for his church, the pair stayed in touch, planning to reunite when he returned. Before he left they’d discussed getting married in the future and Michelle even found her perfect ring—a yellow gold band with an emerald cut diamond, surrounded by three prongs of tiny diamonds. “I absolutely fell in love with this ring, it just sparkled. Like I was obsessed with it. I would go into the store every week to check if it was still there. I did this for months until one day it was gone. I was so devastated,” she says.

She forgot about her dream ring until several years later when Cameron proposed. “I was so shocked when he proposed with that exact ring,” she says. It turns out that her father, Bob Reynolds, had seen how much she loved it and bought it for her, saving it for a future day when he could give it to her future husband. “We of course paid my dad back, and I love it that much more now because it reminds me how much both of the men in my life love me!” she says. Love happy endings? Check out how a stranger saved this couple’s wedding.

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Courtesy Oscar Tuch

My papa learned to sew to make me a traditional dress

Diego Ramírez lives in the southwestern highlands of Guatemala with his three daughters, María, 16, and 14-year-old twins Juana and Ana. He’s been raising his daughters alone for ten years and while he’s able to provide for all their physical needs, he still worries they will suffer without their mom—which is why you’ll often find him embroidering late into the evening after his work and chores are done. In their Mayan culture, it is traditional for a mother to make her daughter a “huipil,” a special blouse that she covers in intricate, beaded, and brightly colored embroidery of birds and flowers.

“The huipil is a big part of a young woman’s identity and they each have traditional cloth colors and have unique patterns of tiny figures,” his daughter says. “Each one is unique and has a meaning that is often related to protection or survival.” Diego taught himself the technique and patterns, with each blouse taking him over 20 hours of careful stitching to finish. Some men in the community even make fun of him because they consider this to be out of step with macho culture but he doesn’t listen to them, she says.

Working with Unbound, a non-profit organization that helps children escape poverty, he’s also helped his daughters get sponsors to help them get a better education. “It’s all worth it to see their happiness and to help them get more opportunities than I had,” he says. Check out the different ways Father’s Day is celebrated around the world.

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Courtesy Taylor Linloff

My dad took me to my first Pride Parade

“I grew up in a rural area where being queer or disabled isn’t really talked about and there’s a lot of stereotypes and stigma around both, so I was quite nervous to come out as queer and share my autism diagnosis,” says Taylor Linloff. But she needn’t have worried as her dad, Conrad Linloff, had her back 100 percent.

Not only was he not upset but he decided to take her to her first Pride Parade, in Halifax. “He took time off work and made a vacation out of it even though he never really liked parades or big gatherings like that. He said he was the proudest father in the world to be there with me,” she says. In addition, he donated a portion of all his paychecks that year to Nova Scotia’s “Youth Project,” a nonprofit for LGBTQ youth. He was equally as accepting of her autism, she says.

Sadly, Conrad lost his battle with cancer at the beginning of this year and this month Taylor will have to celebrate her first Father’s Day and his birthday without him. “My dad was my rock. His unconditional love and support has meant everything to me and he continues to be a big part of who I am today,” she says. Do you know these traits you inherit from your father?

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Courtesy Mary Dow

My dad saved my science fair project

Like so many kids do, Mary Dow had forgotten about her fourth-grade science fair project until the night before it was due. She frantically ran to her father, John Harold, and told him tearfully she needed to come up with a whole research project on evergreen trees…in less than 24 hours. “Instead of getting mad at me he just went down to the basement, grabbed his saw, and we headed up the canyon,” she says.

He helped her cut branches from all of the different types of local evergreen trees, research and type up a paragraph about each species, and then display everything on a poster board, even adding some of her mom’s Christmas tree decorations for flair. He then sat with her as she typed up her report and proof-read it for her.

“The next morning he threw everything into the back of his truck bright and early and hauled it all to school for me, helping me set it up just in time for my science fair,” she says. “Not only did I have my project finished but I had the most impressive display in the gym, by far. All thanks to my dad who went so above and beyond for his super stressed out, procrastinating daughter.” If you live near your dad, try one of these 17 Father’s Day activities he’s sure to love.

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Courtesy Vincent Zurzolo

My father planted a vegetable garden for me

“My father and mother immigrated to the United States and my dad worked three jobs to make ends meet. He did all of it to give me a better life but because he worked so much I didn’t have much of a relationship with him as a kid,” says Vincent Zurzolo. “I knew he loved me because he supported me but we didn’t talk about it.”

Then, one spring seven years ago, his father showed up at his home with a variety of plants and told him he wanted to plant a vegetable garden with him. Gardening is a passion for the elder Zurzolo and he was eager to share his skills with his son, along with ensuring they had a good supply of healthy food. “And he’s done it every spring since then. Gardening is back-breaking work and he’s 90 years old but he insists,” he says.

This spring was the first year they couldn’t continue the tradition, because of the coronavirus pandemic, so Vincent and his wife planted the vegetable garden and told him all about it. “He was so happy to hear it. I realized that instead of just telling me he loved me, this garden is his way of showing it,” he says. “I was truly touched and I can’t wait until next summer when we can continue our tradition. ” If you don’t live near your dad, send him one of these 25 Father’s Day gifts you can have delivered.

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Courtesy Brett Downes

My dad was my “bike chauffeur”

“My dad worked in a dye factory as a machine setter so we didn’t have a lot of money growing up. We didn’t own a car and me and my brother used to walk everywhere with my dad, for miles and miles,” says Brett Downes.

But his dad, Brian Downes, had a passion for bikes, a talent for engineering, and a very creative mind. He came up with his own design and built a custom bike with two extra seats, one on the front, and one on the back. “He used to take us everywhere on that bike. There was a super steep hill near my house, and every day he would have to climb up it, carrying both my brother and I. He was so strong, it appeared effortless to me at the time, but now I realize how much work and effort it must have taken him to do that day in and day out. ”

Brian also made it so fun that Brett never felt like they were missing out. “We just thought it was great, having our own personal bike chauffeur,” he says.

Eventually, Brett got big enough to ride a bike on his own but all those long walks and rides cemented a close lifelong bond between him and his dad. “I live ten miles away from my dad and I still see him at least once a week,” he says.

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Courtesy Megan Hall

My husband is helping our son finish college online

Thanks to the coronavirus pandemic, Thomas Hall found himself trying to balance a full-time job and a full load of university classes—that had all moved online. Without the in-class instruction, he was struggling to understand some of the more complex concepts. That’s when his dad, Spencer, jumped in to help. And this isn’t just spending an hour or two at the table helping his son with homework.

“My husband has been spending so much time helping our oldest with his university studies that his boss is allowing him to count it as training,” says Megan Hall. Advanced Excel programming was a subject Spencer had always wanted to learn so he has been teaching it to himself at night so he can be both a study partner and teacher for Thomas.

“His day starts when Thomas’ does, at 5 a.m., his devotion is inspiring and exhausting,” Megan adds. Watch one of these 10 movies that will tug a dad’s heartstrings—and yours—on Father’s Day.

Originally Published: June 09, 2020

Charlotte Hilton Andersen

Charlotte Hilton Andersen, BS, MS, has been covering health, fitness, parenting, and culture for many major outlets, both in print and online, for 15 years. She's the author of two books, co-host of the Self Help Obsession podcast, and also does freelance editing and ghostwriting. She has appeared in television news segments for CBS, FOX, and NBC.

17 stories about the most courageous, strong and loving. About dads | Stories

17 stories about the bravest, strongest and most loving. About Dads

In honor of Father's Day, which is celebrated on June 20, we asked our readers to share a little story about dads. We are sure that this selection of personal stories will not leave anyone indifferent: somewhere you can laugh, and somewhere you can cry.

I would like to congratulate my dad Alexei on Father's Day and tell a little story. When I was very young and went to kindergarten, we had mother's day. My parents worked very hard.

And there was a competition in the kindergarten - it was necessary to sew buttons to the fabric very carefully for a while. Many mothers sat down and invited my father to participate too, the most interesting thing is that I have never seen him with a needle in his hands. But he won and I was very happy about it. I love my father very much and I am glad that he is also my best friend and my support.

Galina Chumakova

My father is Alexander Alexandrovich Plotitsyn. 30 years faithfully served in the police. An example of honor and valor. My support, my pride! My strong shoulder. My stone wall Ideal husband, dad, grandfather and friend.

Dad loves technology. I remember how he made all-terrain vehicles, snowmobiles, and how great and at the same time scary it was to ride them for the first time, it was breathtaking. I still remember how my dad taught me how to ride a motorcycle. It was an unforgettable feeling, pride. Look, I'm coming!

How much fun before the New Year we went to choose a Christmas tree. Now he is a grandfather for the 5th time. Our dear and close person, gives us his love and understanding, is always ready to help and support. I want to thank my dad for what he does for us. Thank you for your efforts and efforts for my happiness. Thanks for what we have.

Tatyana Agafonova

You know, my father has been gone for 16 years. Now I am 32 years old and every time I turn thoughts in my head about how it would be if dad was next to us. My father was a difficult person, sometimes he was afraid to appear weak. This sometimes made him seem indifferent. I saw how dad always came to the aid of relatives and friends, how he tried for the sake of his children.

My dad worked in the electrolysis shop almost all his short life. He managed to become the foreman of the 6 series, came home with burns and told me how hard his day was.

My memories of my father are very bright, we traveled a lot and were a strong family until the trouble happened. His heart failed.

I would like to thank my daddy for raising me to be a decent and responsible person. I also want to say that despite 16 long years, the pain of separation has not subsided and I remember our past again and again. It's a shame that my father did not see his grandchildren and, alas, they do not have such a wonderful grandfather.

It's a shame that all this time I didn't have a father's shoulder, which was so lacking. I love you dad. Thanks for the best childhood.

Daria Senotrusova

I would like to share my story about my father. It's about dad - that's what I always call him, not father. I am very grateful to him for instilling in me a great experience and a desire to live.

From childhood he taught me to work. Even in the kindergarten, I had duties: in the morning to feed the rabbits with grass, in the evening - to water the garden. In our free time, we went fishing on Kakvu, went for mushrooms and berries. In autumn - hunting in the mountains and collecting walnuts.

He also taught me how to ride and sort out the engine of the Ural motorcycle, how to build a garage. All his life he worked as a driller at the Severopeschanskaya mine. So I followed in his footsteps, only I work in shifts as an electrician on duty.

Now I am 35 years old and I am also a father for two children: son Stepan and daughter Anfisochka. Thinking about a third child.

I was 19 when my father passed away. I could not live without him for a very long time, I did not leave the house for almost a month and did not communicate with anyone. At 33, my mother passed away. It is very difficult to be without parents at the age of 35. I will do everything to live a long life and hear "Daddy" or "Daddy" from the children. Thanks to everyone who read to the end, take care of dad always and appreciate.

Pavel Sateev

I want to tell a story about my husband's father's love for his son. A year ago, we became the happiest people, our son, our Fedor Aleksandrovich, was born to us.

As for all parents, this is a very tremulous moment when your angel appears, your blood, an extension of you. My husband and I have been together for eight years, we met at school. Even then we decided that if a son is born, then we will call him Fedor.

My husband has never left his son's side since the very first day we came home from the maternity hospital. Fedor imitates his dad in everything. This is the unearthly love of father and son. One evening, my husband and I were sitting and he said these words to me, from which goosebumps run down my skin and tears roll into my eyes:

- You know, Dash, I'm so worried about him and afraid, because life is not at all an easy thing. I want him to have the best in life and I will do it for him. It will be hard, but I will do it for him, for you. Because you are my family.

I know that my husband will share all his life experience with his son, teach him everything he knows and can do himself. He will endow him with his masculine wisdom, patience, conscience and love. After all, this is the most important thing! I believe that our dads are the first and best teachers of life.
I would like to thank all the fathers for your contribution to our destinies, to our lives

Daria Tokareva

My father is Karl Khristianovich Schweitzer, born in 1915. He comes from the Zhytomyr region of the Ukrainian Ukrainian SSR. My father was left an orphan at the age of 14, when famine raged in Ukraine.

I spent a whole year making my way across Ukraine to Donbass to my elder brother. He worked on the railway in Debaltsevo (Stalingrad, 1914). During the Second World War he was taken to the Urals to Krasnoturinsk, to Trudarmia. He worked on the construction of the Bogoslovsky aluminum plant. Buried in Germany in 2006.

Gennady Kamaev

I would like to take this chance and tell a little about my beloved daddy and thank him for everything he has done and is doing for us.

My father's name is Dmitry Ivanovich Shulga, he is 45 years old. Dad was 16 and mom 17 when they decided to get married. Mom's parents wanted to take her to live in another city, but so that they would not take her anywhere, they did everything to make the wedding take place.

Times were not easy, there was no one to help the young family. Spin around as best they can. Dad was 17 years old, mom was 18 years old, when Tatyana's daughter was born. And as soon as dad turned 18, he went to work at the factory, as an anode worker in the production of aluminum.

After 2 years, dad became a dad in the "square" - his son Alexei was born. And after another 10 years, the dad "in the cube" - the daughter Diana was born.

He worked at the plant for 20 years and was made redundant. The father of a large family had to urgently come up with something. So in 2013 he got a job at ZSU. By the age of 40, he became a dad for the fourth time - his daughter Anastasia was born. And almost simultaneously, with a difference of 9 days, he became the grandfather of Polina's granddaughter. After another 2 years, the grandson Artyom appeared. Here is such a young grandfather, at the age of 42 there are already two grandchildren.

All this time dad was trying to achieve everything himself. He also earned his first car himself. As I remember now, the “penny” of ocher color is golden! And try to call her red or orange. Not! Ocher golden.

Daddy's outlet is fishing. He is an avid fisherman. In winter - 30, with a tent for hundreds of kilometers on the ice, where there is no connection? No problem. In the summer for rafting for 3 days? He's already picking up a fishing rod. He will bring fish, cook minced fish on cutlets, cook pies, and we are going to our whole big family. I love our family gatherings.

The Pope will turn 46 in August. They have been together with their mother for 29 years, they have gone through everything that was possible over the years. And dad never allowed himself weakness. No matter how hard it is, family comes first.

Our dad is a rich dad and grandfather: he has three daughters - 28, 17 and 6 years old, a son of 27 years old, a granddaughter of 6 years old and a grandson of 4 years old. He is provided with a boring pension.

Daddy, you are our role model, our pride! We are very lucky to have you! We love you, appreciate and respect you very much. You are the best dad and grandfather in the whole wide world! Take care! Your children.

Tatyana Shalaginova

Dad is the closest person to me. The one I trust and can rely on.

I have been cross-country skiing for almost seven years now, and I would not have made it through most of these difficult years if it were not for his support. I don't remember competitions where he wasn't there. And when there is no strength left in training, I move on so that later, in winter, my dad will be proud of me. After all, I worked on it and strive only for victory.

Thank you for your support, dad.

Alexandra

Dad was born on December 29, 1976. There were many guests that day. A gift from friends to grandfather could be described in three words: strong, scary and beautiful. All these qualities belonged to the falcon bird.

In order to be swift in flight like a falcon, have sharp eyesight, be strong and enduring, grandfather gave my father the name Kushubak. It means "falcon's gift".

Dad grew up in a large family. From early childhood, he helped his parents with the housework, looked after his younger brothers.

Dad is always busy with something, he is not afraid of any work. She easily helps her mother prepare food and wash clothes, wash dishes and tidy up the house. It’s hard for me to imagine any job that my dad couldn’t handle.

My dad is the best. He has golden hands. And it is not just words. Whatever he undertakes, he performs well any business. He does everything to make it beautiful and of high quality. If you count how many people he helped, then there won’t be enough fingers!

He will never leave anyone in trouble, he will always come to the rescue. Dad is different: sometimes thoughtful and strict, sometimes cheerful and funny. There are four of us in the family. Each of us is busy - we attend circles, sections, a music school. But, despite the busyness of dad, he always finds time to come and see how we participate in various competitions or performances.

Dad is our support, an example for us. There are days when mom is very tired or goes on a business trip. Dad stays behind mom: she braids her little sister, takes her to a music school, takes her brother to kindergarten, takes her middle brother to dances and meets him. He comes, cooks dinner, does school assignments with us.

He also manages to work, go to the store, buy groceries.

He is not only a father, but also the son of his parents. The value of parents always puts above all. I am very grateful to my grandfather for raising such a worthy, brave, kind son!

Islam Ergeshov

Pope died suddenly. So suddenly and for no apparent reason that I still haven't accepted it. Dad has always been. There was the house he built, the land he liked to tinker with, the smell of his cologne on his cheek from the goodbye kiss.

One day I had a dream. Dad often dreamed, but it was this dream that became a kind of impetus to think about life. We stood with him on a hillock, the rain had just ended, and the sun warmed the earth with its rays. I asked him: “Daddy, when will we meet again?”. He slyly narrowed his eyes and, smiling, replied: “We’ll see each other, we’ll see each other ... just take your time!”

It took me a while to understand the meaning of this phrase. At first I decided that it meant do not rush to die, but it turned out - do not rush to live! Life is too fleeting and, as practice shows, tends to end.

How do we live our lives? Every day, according to the same schedule, we live from Monday to Friday. But life is like that, it’s worth slowing down your run a bit and looking around to understand how many bright moments there are in it. As I love freshly brewed coffee in the morning when everyone in the house is still asleep, I love the smell of book pages, just as dad loves to dig in the ground, freeing young plantings from weeds. I love to live, I love the people who surround me, there is simply no place for those who are not loved.

Easily and unobtrusively, my father taught me a lesson to understand the meaning of life. I will live, in the full sense of the word, and we will definitely see each other, I know it!

Irina Bykova

My name is Sofia, my father is Roma. I want to write about him today.

I love my daddy very much. He is like a friend and teacher to me. Sometimes even like a magician. A friend - because he understands me, helps in many ways. The teacher - because while studying at school he always checks his homework, and if I don’t understand something from the school curriculum, he will definitely explain. Magician - because it fulfills my dreams.

We have a lot of stories with dad, it's impossible to describe everything. My dad and I were very lucky; he is always interesting, cool, great. And I will call this story “Letter to the Future” when I grow up and be an adult, I will definitely pass this letter on to my beloved dad! Dad, congratulations on your holiday, thank you for being you! Dad know - You are the BEST!

Sofia Karnaukh

I want to tell you about my dad. They say I look a lot like him. He has beautiful and kind eyes, always smiling lips. He is smart and talented, tall and handsome, very strong, sweet and well-mannered, dexterous, courageous and purposeful.

His name is Danil. And my name sounds proud and loud. I am Artem Daniilovich! And I sometimes affectionately call my dad Danya. Imagine, even his names are consonant with my mother, he is Danya, and she is Tanya.

Dad and I often spend time together. We play, we play sports, we study. When he is around, it is never sad.

Mom and I always see kindness from dad. Our dad is kind, affectionate, polite and does not offend anyone. He buys gifts for the whole family and arranges all sorts of surprises for us. My dad for me is protection, adviser, sage and an example in life.

Dad also has a very important, dangerous and at the same time responsible profession. He is a fireman. Every time he leaves for work, I give him a big hug. I learn a lot about the profession from his stories.

When I asked why he chose this particular profession, he replied that he was very attracted to this job, because it brings good to people - it saves lives and homes.

The job is very interesting and responsible, he likes it. Not once did he have to go to the fires. When he comes home tired from work, he always finds time to talk to me, find out how things are and how I spent time without him.

And when he has a day off, we go to the stadium, he teaches me to play football, we go on picnics with the whole family.

Daddy, know that I love you very much! You are the best dad in the world for me!

Artyom Nikiforov

My dad loves fishing since childhood. He is my fisherman. And accordingly, a lot of fishing rods, reels and other delights of the fishing hobby are stored at home.

Since my childhood, on the eve of the weekend, my dad and I went to dig worms for a big catch. And so, being small, and I was 4 years old, my mother was at work and on the day off we went to dig those same worms. Dad needs to go fishing, and this is a very responsible business!

It's a long walk, dad knows the place. We've arrived. I'm watching a break. Well, dad says to me: “You stay here, and I’ll go down, dig up quickly and get up.” I nodded my head and waited. I waited for him, as it seemed to me for a long time, collected all sorts of bugs and caterpillars for my dad - all of a sudden the fish loves it too.

And so I decided to go down to my dad, I went down satisfied. He saw me, sighed and asked: “But how are we going to climb together?”. I spread my hands and understand that all my "catch" of insects remained with me upstairs. I was upset because I didn’t help my dad.

We climbed, of course, as I remember, with difficulty: dad with a backpack at the ready and I was in front. But they still dug up the worms. And how much pride I had that I was helping my dad no words.
This is my most vivid childhood memory associated with my father's hobby. My dear daddy, I love you very much! You are my example and my pride!

Julia

Our father's name is Eduard. He turned 45 this year. He is humble and helps with the kids. He loves nature and fishing. Be proud of his nine-year-old son Eugene and teach him to adapt to nature. There is also a little daughter Veronica, she is 6 months old. He feeds her funny in such a way that everything around is stained.

Once Edik was very scared for us. This happened last year on August 1st. My sister Xenia came to us with her husband Andrey from Samara. Having gathered with the whole family, we rented a house from Konzhak. I was 5 months pregnant. Having put all things together, we went light to conquer the Konzhakovsky stone. But almost reaching the Artist's Glade, the children wanted to eat. And we realized that everyone was tired and it was time to go home. But... As they say, the Russian does not look for easy ways.

We decided to take a shortcut. Edik went along the path, as expected, behind the car to pick up the children. We walked merrily for a long time, then went off-road into some kind of river. As a result, no communication, no road. Along the way, we saw fresh footprints of a she-bear with a cub. It became scary. We bawled as best we could.

After more than 4 hours of walking in the mountains, we finally came to the road. There my husband Eduard was rushing about in a car, looking for us. While we were wandering, Edik managed to go to Kytlym and ask for help in the search. They gave me a couple of hours. He crossed the path twice, hoping to meet us.

When the connection appeared, we immediately called Edik that everything was all right with us. After a while, we hit the road. Edik was very worried about us. We were so glad and happy when we met him by the road. It was an unforgettable adventure.

Anastasia Wilhelm

My beloved dad, you are my closest and dearest person. You always take care of me and protect me, you are a real man! There are no more people like you, so you will forever be the main man in my life for me, the best, kindest, most important and necessary.

You are very brave and I am proud of you, you make only the right decisions. You make the impossible possible. You are my guardian angel for life! With you, I always feel safe and secure. I love you, dad, with all my heart!

They say that I am my father's daughter. By character, views, manners, and I am glad that this is so. You are the best example for me!

Julia Shishkina

Our father's name is Nikita. He has two children - a daughter and a son. Our dad is very cheerful and smart, the most positive person.

He always jokes, shows tricks, comes up with entertainment, it is impossible to pass by him without smiling. He supports us in difficult times, when my brother and I are hurt or sad, gives useful advice, teaches us to enjoy life, helps to learn and learn new things, because we are still children, shows the right path.

We have fun together - we play, we compete, we argue, we joke with each other. And it all ends with explosive laughter.

My father is a teacher by profession: he teaches not only us, but also other children. Helps them to master robotics, to understand the structure of robots. It's very exciting and interesting.
Dad and I also like to listen to music, we have the same taste, I like his songs, and he listens to mine, from cartoons.

Our dad can do anything: fix any toy, whether it's a car wheel or even a doll's disheveled pigtail. Even musical toys will sort it out in a jiffy and find problems. We affectionately call him “papus”, as in the Fixies!

Papa also cooks delicious food. After a dinner prepared by him, it is impossible to remain indifferent, you will lick your fingers! And all because he cooks everything with great love, he puts a piece of love into each ingredient. Wonderful person! And our beloved dad!

Spouse Anastasia, daughter Sophia, 5 years old. Son Artemy is 1 year old yet, but he also joins our story.

I don't like the word "stepfather". Especially if a person puts his whole soul into your child.

I am infinitely glad that 5 years ago, when my son was not even two years old, the same caring and understanding man appeared in my life with Maxim.

My husband Zhenya rightfully deserves to be called a father. Everything that he can do, he patiently teaches his son, and most importantly, he knows how to interest him. In winter - skates and sledges, hiking in the forest. In summer - cycling and football. Football is our dad's passion. He's one of the best in the business, but he won't admit it.

Zhenya introduces the whole family to sports, pays great attention to us and gives 100 percent. In some places, he even brings up a child better than me. I can proudly say that we are protected. So many good qualities in one person. A true worthy example for my son. Thanks Zhenya. Happy Father's Day!

Julia

Read Online "Stories about dad", Ksenia Evgenievna Sostina-Litres

ISBN 978-4496-4026-0

created in the intellectual publisher

To my dad, perpetual motion machine and eternal inspiration.

Foreword.

Once, my dad, when he was not a dad at all, but was in the fourth grade, decided to become an excellent student. Became. And I got one five. For a long time. Almost a full quarter. And then he didn't learn the poem. And dad got a deuce. The class loudly rejoiced at this daddy's two, and while little dad went to his place, everyone shouted “Sostin, two! Sostin, two! Dad was very offended. And then I thought for a long time. And he decided that he did not want to study for the top five. Because it’s better to be like everyone else than to hear the joyful “Sostin, two!”.

Since then, dad has been honestly trying to live "like everyone else." Not standing out either with fives, or a huge salary, or an expensive car. And he doesn’t notice that “like everyone else” doesn’t work out for him at all. No way. Because something is constantly bubbling and boiling inside dad. There is always something going on around. The world is filled with funny fantasies and unexpected things. Ridiculous DIYs and amazing stories. Because dad for 60 years has not learned to live "like everyone else." And that's great! After all, no one in the whole world has such a dad!

The very first chapter

About dad and the treasure

My dad is from Novorossiysk. In this windy seaside city, he spent his childhood and youth, we came here with him every summer. They stayed with their grandparents, swam in the sea, rushed along the rocky street with their cousins and neighbor boys. In a word, rest. And not a single long, hot day was complete without endless daddy's undertakings.

Once, on a sunny summer morning, right after breakfast, dad with a mysterious air gathered us all (and there were a lot of us: me, my younger sister Nastya and three whole cousins: Timur, Kolya and Romka) in the backyard. Looking around and, just in case, lowering his voice, dad asked:0003

- Shall we look for a treasure?

Treasure! Wow! And dad still asks.

- Yes! we yelled like crazy.

Only the oldest and therefore the most intelligent, Timur, grimaced tediously:

– Come on, Uncle Zhenya, where does the treasure come from…

– How from where?! Dad was outraged. – Did you study the Great Patriotic War at school? The Germans reached Novorossiysk, but failed to take the city. Remember, on the way to the sea, there is a monument? It just divides the city into half, captured by the Germans and the one that remained in our hands. We've passed under it a thousand times. And that means what?

- What? I squeaked.

- So now we are standing right in the place where the Germans were many years ago. They lived in their grandmother's house, they ate and drank here, they dug trenches, and there were fights here when ours went on the offensive. And now we can find some things of those years right in Grandma's garden. The main thing is to dig deeper. It's clear?

“I see,” Timur drawled thoughtfully.

While Timur was in doubt, we (the smaller and more trusting part of society) were eager to immediately dig up the entire courtyard and the territory adjacent to it to the earth's core. But dad said that you need to correctly calculate the place.

He walked for a long time and looked at something. He muttered under his breath. He hummed thoughtfully. And we ran after him and kept asking:

- Here?

Dad was nervous in response. He shouted that we were confusing him and distracting him with stupid questions. Finally, he led everyone to the outskirts of the yard, and decisively said:

- Here! Let's dig here!

We rushed to this piece of land with our bare hands. It seemed that just now a rusty German helmet (necessarily the same as in the museum), a flask, or at least a cartridge would appear on the surface. But everyone, of course, wanted to dig up a German tank. And two is better.

We couldn't cope with the dry mountainous earth with our bare hands, so we reached into the basement for shovels and shovels. Dinner time was approaching. Everyone together was hollowing out the unyielding ground, but neither the helmet, nor even the tank, were in a hurry to be. Dad periodically controlled the progress of the search and reminded me authoritatively:

- Be careful, don't hit with shovels like that. There may be something valuable in there, and you will break it.

Valuable was found by the end of the first hour of archaeological work. It was a bottle of Soviet cologne Chypre. Half an hour later, a few rusty kopecks were brought to the surface.

After that, Timur deserted to his magazines Pioneer and Koster. The youngest Kolya and Nastya also crawled away somewhere.

Romka and I continued to scatter dusty hard earth.

Finally, the grandmother called everyone to dinner.

I didn't feel like working with shovels at all after lunch. Besides, the sea was waiting for us. And in the evening - the street. And the desire to find the treasure was forgotten, disappeared in the bustle of summer days.

But I still sometimes think that if we had dug for a couple more days, maybe we would have found a tank. Who knows?

Chapter next

About dad and mushrooms

My dad likes to pick mushrooms. He became a real mushroom picker after visiting his mother's homeland, in the village of Tulukovshchina, near Bryansk. There, mushrooms rush at people from under any bush, tree or blade of grass. Everyone who has wandered for a couple of hours in the Bryansk forests comes out a new person. And this new person is looking for mushrooms always and everywhere. So dad, infected with the Bryansk virus, spends autumn weekends in the surrounding forests.

We, in the Belgorod region, have a shortage of mushrooms. However, coming empty-handed is not in dad's rules. And if there are no mushrooms, dad picks out an abandoned squash field with a trained eye. A bed of Jerusalem artichokes that came from nowhere in the forest. Wild rosehip. A huge snag that looks like a crocodile. Everything that fell under my father's hot hand instead of mushrooms is dragged home.

But one day, it turned out to be an extremely lean day. All mushrooms, including poisonous ones, have failed somewhere. There were no zucchini or pumpkins to be seen. It was not observed in the district of Jerusalem artichoke, wild rose or wild plums. Underfoot there was no suitable windbreak for handicrafts. The forest was mockingly empty and naked. Dad stubbornly continued to search, carefully examining every millimeter. And luck smiled at him. And how! In a forest clearing, a pood weight flashed with a wet black side. Sitting comfortably among the withered grass and colorful leaves, the kettlebell enjoyed the silence of the autumn forest. God knows how she ended up there, but dad, of course, could not pass by. Here she is - prey! Dad grunted, put the weight on his shoulder and briskly headed for the trolleybus stop.

As you remember, it was not in daddy's rules to draw excessive attention of others to your person.

However, a person who walks early in the morning in a dense forest in an embrace with a sixteen-kilogram weight is simply doomed to curious glances. Therefore, dad thought out tactics and strategies in advance in case of unexpected meetings. Seeing another batch of mushroom pickers, dad demonstrated with his whole appearance: “Yes, I like to walk ten to fifteen kilometers in the autumn forest in the morning, accompanied by my favorite kettlebell.