Gus Dddysgrl
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ok so it's not perfectly gun related, but it does talk about them. I thought some of you would like this since some of you know my dad. So here it is a tribute to my dad.
My Dad Is My Hero
“Hey Gus, look at this!†says dad as he surfs the web during lunch at work. Picking up my glasses I lean back in my chair to catch a glimpse of what exactly I am to look at. I am guessing it is either a picture of a gun or a video of someone shooting a gun. My dad is obsessed with guns. My mom is not always too happy about it. That is until there is a shooting nearby and a gun is nice for home defense. My mom and dad are very different; in fact they are complete opposites of each other. I love them both, and occasionally get along with my mom. It is quite a different story with my dad though. I am a daddy’s girl.
How is it possible to connect with a person who is of the opposite gender? Even harder is how to connect with a person who is 28 years older than you are and of the opposite gender? Not normal. Well I must say it is possible. Even though we live in different decades, different generations, different worlds we can still get along. My dad and I are not all that different. We do share many common interests and hobbies. We share viewpoints and opinions. We share common enemies, often my mother, and my siblings. It is strange how he and I get along. In a way I am the son he never had.
He dearly loves my mom, but he also gets very annoyed with her. He loves to buy guns, but mom won’t let him. So he borrows money from me and buys them anyway. It worked out because then he fills up my gas tank to pay me back. Mom has no idea. Now it may not be in the best interest of their relationship for dad to hide things from mom, but it usually works out in the end. At times when they did not have money and the freezers were almost empty with a couple of pieces of chicken and some soup in the cupboard, they stuck together. They cut corners, they saved everything, and they made it through to become stronger and closer. Daddy says it best when he says, “I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and I’d do it again with the same woman!†Through their relationship I can see that a person can get mad at a person, but still fully love them. Not everyone is perfect but by watching my parents love each other through it all I have seen how a good marriage should work, most of the time.
My dad loves to go shooting; I love to go shooting. My dad loves to read; I love to write. My dad is very athletic; I played everything I could and still can get my hands on. I hardly ever have time to play sports now, but I do play what I can when I get the chance now. My dad and I love to discuss big ideas. Why is the world the way it is? Why is it good to spank your kids, or not? Why is it important to be able to protect your family? Why does mom get mad at me when I forget to get milk on the way home from school? We often reach the same conclusion.
Dad will take me down to the range early in the morning when the sun is just rising over the trees and the dew is still fresh on the ground. The birds are chirping, the grasshoppers are chirping and our guns are…well not really chirping, but more like going BANG! Dad will hand me a gun and say you’ll like this one. I pull the trigger and just about bruise my hand. He gets a kick out of my first shot, which has totally missed the target. However my next shot hits the paper and so do the rest of the rounds. I do have my favorite gun to shoot. This is the one I keep under my bed in case anything happens and I need to defend me and my family. Dad would give it to my brother to keep, but he’s not old enough. So I take the place as protector when dad is not home. Take the other night for example. Dad identified a guy in a shooting and the police caught the guy. That night dad had to go on a run. Since the shooting was gang related my dad was afraid the rest of the gang would try to pay him back for turning the other guy in. He called me on his cell phone to make sure my gun was loaded in case something happened. I am glad nothing happened, but I was very grateful my dad had trained me to know what to do in case something had happened. A home defense system should not just consist of an alarm, but of some other sort of self-defense that would deter the person from wanting to break into another home ever again.
My dad has this thing about books. I change my mind; he has this thing about reading. He will read anything he can get his hands on. He reads at stoplights, he reads at work, he reads at home, in bed, on the couch, he reads all the time. His love of reading has changed my life and my siblings’ lives. We have all inherited this love. Reading is a good thing. If you do it when you are younger and enough times for a long period of time reading those huge books for class is no problem. Reading also helps with your thought process. If you want to be a good writer you have to be a good reader.
I love sports. I played everything I could get my hands on and would still if I had the time. My love of athletics comes from my dad. He does not watch that many sports on TV, but he did play some and encouraged me to do so too. Not only did I play them, but I learned to watch and analyze other players to learn from them. He taught me to analyze many things. His realistic view of life taught me to look at something through reason and not emotion.
Dad is a unique character. He loves to joke around and play practical jokes. He is where I get all my ideas for pranks and other such activities, but he also has a soft, serious side. He was a high school Industrial Arts teacher at one point in time. There is this great picture in a yearbook of him putting a drill to a student’s head. Everyone there loved him; they were very sad to see him go. The school could not afford to have the extra program even though he was one of the best teachers. He would have a class where there were 5 different math levels in one room. He could be very fun, but also very serious when the time called for it.
I know many people have bad relationships with their parents. I know there may be good reasons not to have good relationships with them, but I gave my parents a second chance. I could not stand them when I was in junior high. I wanted to do everything they did not want me to do. I had one of the worst attitudes in the world. I must say things often get better. Reevaluating my relationships with my parents has helped. It was much easier with my dad; my mom is another story. I put effort into getting along with my dad because I learned to respect him for who he was. Now I look back and see he really is an amazing guy, role-model, father, husband, and one of my best friends. Many people do not have the amazing father I do, so for them it may take more effort into the relationship. As we get older we see things through older eyes. We may not see how they felt towards us until we have children of our own. We may not understand why they put rules on us until we try to put rules on our own children. We may never truly see from their point of view, but I bet we will begin to see them differently when we ourselves turn into them.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this. Have a great day. Any critiques are welcome.
Gus
My Dad Is My Hero
“Hey Gus, look at this!†says dad as he surfs the web during lunch at work. Picking up my glasses I lean back in my chair to catch a glimpse of what exactly I am to look at. I am guessing it is either a picture of a gun or a video of someone shooting a gun. My dad is obsessed with guns. My mom is not always too happy about it. That is until there is a shooting nearby and a gun is nice for home defense. My mom and dad are very different; in fact they are complete opposites of each other. I love them both, and occasionally get along with my mom. It is quite a different story with my dad though. I am a daddy’s girl.
How is it possible to connect with a person who is of the opposite gender? Even harder is how to connect with a person who is 28 years older than you are and of the opposite gender? Not normal. Well I must say it is possible. Even though we live in different decades, different generations, different worlds we can still get along. My dad and I are not all that different. We do share many common interests and hobbies. We share viewpoints and opinions. We share common enemies, often my mother, and my siblings. It is strange how he and I get along. In a way I am the son he never had.
He dearly loves my mom, but he also gets very annoyed with her. He loves to buy guns, but mom won’t let him. So he borrows money from me and buys them anyway. It worked out because then he fills up my gas tank to pay me back. Mom has no idea. Now it may not be in the best interest of their relationship for dad to hide things from mom, but it usually works out in the end. At times when they did not have money and the freezers were almost empty with a couple of pieces of chicken and some soup in the cupboard, they stuck together. They cut corners, they saved everything, and they made it through to become stronger and closer. Daddy says it best when he says, “I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and I’d do it again with the same woman!†Through their relationship I can see that a person can get mad at a person, but still fully love them. Not everyone is perfect but by watching my parents love each other through it all I have seen how a good marriage should work, most of the time.
My dad loves to go shooting; I love to go shooting. My dad loves to read; I love to write. My dad is very athletic; I played everything I could and still can get my hands on. I hardly ever have time to play sports now, but I do play what I can when I get the chance now. My dad and I love to discuss big ideas. Why is the world the way it is? Why is it good to spank your kids, or not? Why is it important to be able to protect your family? Why does mom get mad at me when I forget to get milk on the way home from school? We often reach the same conclusion.
Dad will take me down to the range early in the morning when the sun is just rising over the trees and the dew is still fresh on the ground. The birds are chirping, the grasshoppers are chirping and our guns are…well not really chirping, but more like going BANG! Dad will hand me a gun and say you’ll like this one. I pull the trigger and just about bruise my hand. He gets a kick out of my first shot, which has totally missed the target. However my next shot hits the paper and so do the rest of the rounds. I do have my favorite gun to shoot. This is the one I keep under my bed in case anything happens and I need to defend me and my family. Dad would give it to my brother to keep, but he’s not old enough. So I take the place as protector when dad is not home. Take the other night for example. Dad identified a guy in a shooting and the police caught the guy. That night dad had to go on a run. Since the shooting was gang related my dad was afraid the rest of the gang would try to pay him back for turning the other guy in. He called me on his cell phone to make sure my gun was loaded in case something happened. I am glad nothing happened, but I was very grateful my dad had trained me to know what to do in case something had happened. A home defense system should not just consist of an alarm, but of some other sort of self-defense that would deter the person from wanting to break into another home ever again.
My dad has this thing about books. I change my mind; he has this thing about reading. He will read anything he can get his hands on. He reads at stoplights, he reads at work, he reads at home, in bed, on the couch, he reads all the time. His love of reading has changed my life and my siblings’ lives. We have all inherited this love. Reading is a good thing. If you do it when you are younger and enough times for a long period of time reading those huge books for class is no problem. Reading also helps with your thought process. If you want to be a good writer you have to be a good reader.
I love sports. I played everything I could get my hands on and would still if I had the time. My love of athletics comes from my dad. He does not watch that many sports on TV, but he did play some and encouraged me to do so too. Not only did I play them, but I learned to watch and analyze other players to learn from them. He taught me to analyze many things. His realistic view of life taught me to look at something through reason and not emotion.
Dad is a unique character. He loves to joke around and play practical jokes. He is where I get all my ideas for pranks and other such activities, but he also has a soft, serious side. He was a high school Industrial Arts teacher at one point in time. There is this great picture in a yearbook of him putting a drill to a student’s head. Everyone there loved him; they were very sad to see him go. The school could not afford to have the extra program even though he was one of the best teachers. He would have a class where there were 5 different math levels in one room. He could be very fun, but also very serious when the time called for it.
I know many people have bad relationships with their parents. I know there may be good reasons not to have good relationships with them, but I gave my parents a second chance. I could not stand them when I was in junior high. I wanted to do everything they did not want me to do. I had one of the worst attitudes in the world. I must say things often get better. Reevaluating my relationships with my parents has helped. It was much easier with my dad; my mom is another story. I put effort into getting along with my dad because I learned to respect him for who he was. Now I look back and see he really is an amazing guy, role-model, father, husband, and one of my best friends. Many people do not have the amazing father I do, so for them it may take more effort into the relationship. As we get older we see things through older eyes. We may not see how they felt towards us until we have children of our own. We may not understand why they put rules on us until we try to put rules on our own children. We may never truly see from their point of view, but I bet we will begin to see them differently when we ourselves turn into them.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this. Have a great day. Any critiques are welcome.
Gus
