We were at irvings and I had fell and cut my chest. Now a days you would have went to the hospital and gotten stitches. I was crying and dad took some napkins and duct tape and fixed it. I stopped crying and went back to what we were doing. He fixed it. I stil have the scar today. It was the things like this that formed me into a man. You get hurt sometimes( physical, mental. emotional) you pick yourself up and keep moving forward. He told me it was going to be okay and it was. It was not till later in my life that I was able to look back and realize how much I am like him. Thank you Dad.