Father’s Day Giveaway! $25 Gift Certificate to Outback Steakhouse

by Brett & Kate McKay on June 9, 2008 · 57 comments

in Blog, Featured

Father’s Day is this Sunday. In honor of it, Art of Manliness is giving away a $25 gift certificate to Outback Steakhouse so you can treat good old dad to a juicy steak dinner.

But wait there’s more! If you take your dad to any Outback Steakhouse this Father’s Day, he’ll receive a $10 off coupon on his meal. If he activates the coupon, your dad will be registered to win a $100 coupon from Outback Steakhouse. Meat, money, and family. What more can you give the man who helped bring you into the world?

Clarification: You’ll receive the $10 coupon at the end of the meal, but it can’t be used toward that meal. Rather, it can be redeemed at Outback Steakhouse from June 18th through July 20th, 2008.

How to Enter to Win the $25 Gift Certificate

You have four chances to enter your name into the random drawing for the gift certificate.

  • Leave a comment under this post describing a life lesson your father taught you. Make sure you leave a valid email address so we can contact you.
  • Register as a member in The Art of Manliness Forums. If you’re already a member, you’re automatically entered!
  • Sign up for RSS or email updates from the blog. A secret code will appear at the bottom of the RSS feed or email update. Email us what the secret code is through our contact form and you’ll be entered.
  • If you have a blog, link to this post. Email us a link to your post mentioning the contest so we know to add an entry for you.

You can enter using one or all of the ways mentioned. If you do all four, you quadruple your chances of bring drawn! Deadline to enter for the giveaway is Thursday, June 12 @ 9PM Central Standard Time. We’ll announce the winner Friday morning.

We’re looking forward to reading your comments! Good Luck!

{ 57 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Andrew Barbour June 9, 2008 at 8:03 pm

I’m a first time father, my son having been born this February.

My own father died about seven years ago, but I’ll share something he did that I will never forget. One Christmas, when I was about seven, I started having my doubts about Santa Claus, so I came up with something vaguely more sophisticated than leaving out milk and cookies and check to see if they had been eaten the next morning. In our fireplace (full of ash, but unlit on Christmas eve of course), I put a bunch of empty plastic gallon milk containers. Santa, if real, would crush them all with his big rear end.

Needless to say, when I came downstairs, all the milk cartons had been crushed into a big butt-shaped dent, and my belief in Santa Claus was impenetrable for the next three years. It never dawned on me during that time that it was my dad that did that.

Even though I don’t celebrate Christmas anymore, I will always remember what my dad taught me, and what I will bear in mind with my own son: It’s worth ruining a pair of pants to indulge your kid’s imagination.

2 KeithA June 9, 2008 at 8:22 pm

My father told me it was just as easy to marry a rich girl as it was to marry a poor girl. umm he was wrong.

3 Paul June 9, 2008 at 8:51 pm

My dad isn’t really an emotional, touchy-feely guy, and one of my friends described him (kind of accurately) as a “weekend dad”, so heartfelt advice doesn’t come from him very often. I do have this story to share though.

I graduated high school and went off to college at Miami University. Excited with my independence at being away from home, I didn’t call my family for a while once I got settled in. After massive computer issues, I finally get online after about two weeks of school. I’m having an IM conversation with my dad and stepmom, both of whom are at my stepmom’s house. She’s doing the typing, and she says that she has to go make dinner, but my dad as something to say. There’s a minute of silence, followed by “____ is typing…” for about thirty seconds, when this pops up on the screen:

“If you’re going to be a MIami muff diver, make sure you wear some socks.”

This line constitutes the entirety of any talk about birds and bees between my father and I.

Needless to say, socks are important.

4 Jen June 9, 2008 at 9:43 pm

My dad once offered my chatterbox sister $5.00 if she could go a whole day without speaking. I started bugging him to let me do it, because I could just go in my room and read with no trouble whatsoever. He said, “No, I’ll give you $5.00 if you can go a full day without feeling sorry for yourself.” I naturally responded, “That’s not fair!” So my sister made it a few hours, whereas I immediately lost my $5.00. So my father taught me not to feel sorry for myself.

He was also a good example of understanding the way your children tick, which I think is very important.

5 Pink Bendy Straw June 9, 2008 at 10:49 pm

My father taught me that not coming to any of your youngest son’s athletic events is a great way to make him feel good him self.

My father taught me that it is ok to only call when you screw up.

My father taught me how not to be a father.

Hopefully I won’t treat my children the way he treated my brother,

6 Kam A June 10, 2008 at 3:24 am

My father taught me to have a great work ethic and to give 1005 :) Thank you for the giveaway!

7 Kam A June 10, 2008 at 3:25 am

Oops- that should say 100% and not 1005- that is what happens when I type before my coffee in the morning :)

8 Kyle W. June 10, 2008 at 4:20 am

My father taught me so many lessons, and still does every day. I’m 21 and finally spreading my wings, and realizing all the challenges that come along with being an adult. I see my friends doing very poorly against those challenges as they have no male role model to learn from, whereas I meet the challenges, and when I can’t meet those challenges, I know that I can figure it out and with a little hard work I can overcome anything. That is just one of the things that I am so thankful to my father for.

9 ryan June 10, 2008 at 5:09 am

My father taught me how to fail and persevere. Miss you dad.

10 Chad June 10, 2008 at 5:13 am

My dad taught me that is you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. It sure gets tiring, but he was right.

11 grapfx June 10, 2008 at 5:20 am

My father taught me to never be idle and keep yourself busy no matter what. Make sure things are fixed and everyone in the house is happy and safe. As sick as he was, he still helped out the neighbors, took care of his pets and raised my nephew. He also taught me about good music, Benny Hill, The Three Stooges, and all good things that are manly.

12 Vance R June 10, 2008 at 5:21 am

When I was about 10 or 11, our Great Dane got out of the yard…I chased her for a few blocks until she stopped and tore up an older man’s pristine flower bed. The man came out and yelled at me, and told me to go get my father and come back to settle the damages. I finally got our dog restrained and took her back home, crying all the way.

I told my Dad the story, and we headed over to talk to the man. I don’t remember what they settled on (it was over 20 years ago), but my Dad calmly defused the situation. When he got back into the car, he taught me something about the art of negotiation and dealing with people while they are angry. Basically, he said in his unique fashion: “That man shouldn’t have started out with his ass on his shoulders”.

I learned that staying calm while arguing really does work out better for everyone. Now that I’m married and have a son of my own, that has come in quite handy…

13 Barry June 10, 2008 at 5:30 am

My Dad taught me that your relationships with other people are the most important things in life.

He also showed me what it means to be a father by being there for me every day of my life. He didn’t get drunk or indulge in other vices, he worked his ass off every single day, he told me he loved me every day and gave me hugs every time he came home and before he left. I can now pass on what I have learned to my two boys and help them to grow up to be great Dads.

14 Robbie Cooper June 10, 2008 at 6:44 am

A life lesson my father taught me?

My dad left when I was 2 years old.

He left my 24-year old mother who was pregnant. In addition to my as of yet unborn baby brother, he also left his four other children — all under the age of 5.

I never saw or met my father again. And my mom never received one dime of support from him to help her raise their five children.

So what life lesson could a man like that possibly have taught me?

Well, as the oldest of the three boys, I was now the “man of the family.” And my mom impressed upon me the importance of that title as well as laid that responsibility on my young back.

She not only expected me to be the man of the family, she taught me how to be the man of the family.

So, much of what I learned about being a man, I learned from my mother.

But the biggest life lesson I learned from my father was the type of man NOT to be. I learned that a man takes care of his family. I learned that a father doesn’t have to live with his children to be father — but whatever he does, he simply can’t abandon them.

I have spent the whole of my 40 years on this planet trying to become the man and the husband I always wished my father had been.

And someday soon, when I have children of my own, I will spend the rest of my life trying to be that father I dreamed of and longed for as a child.

15 Chris June 10, 2008 at 6:48 am

My dad taught me that it is important to keep a positive attitute, even when things are going wrong because your attitude can have a profound effect on how things turn out. Turning your life around, or making improvements will only occur when you have a positive attitude.

Along those lines, he also taught me that when life is not going your way, it is a sign of weakness to walk around with stooped shoulders, sighing a lot so others will see that you’re not having a good day. This is especially true if you to lash out at others and take out your frustrations on them. The only thing you show anyone by behaving this way is that you lack self-control, and have a weak character.

Often times my attitude is the only thing I have constant control over, so even though life hasn’t always gone well for me, I’ve been happy.

16 Andy June 10, 2008 at 7:30 am

My dad told me that you come into this world in debt and you leave in debt. So don’t worry about it.

17 Adam Cooperman June 10, 2008 at 7:35 am

I could go on and on about all the lessons my Dad has taught me.
-The only truly evil belief is one which inhibits the right of somebody else to believe.
-The value of making a contribution to society.
-The profound importance of knowing how to write.

But of all the things he’s taught me, the most important lesson I’ve learned is one that he never explicitly verbalized to me. Every man, no matter how successful, wise or caring, is human. It’s not very surprising when you think about it, but it’s shocking to realize that something is only as strong as you allow it to be.

18 Corey W. June 10, 2008 at 7:41 am

Having a son of my own, he will be two on 9/11, the importance of my father and our connection only gains in importance each time we are together.

My father owned his own pharmacy for about 6 years (which he sold for good profit), between my ages of 11 to 17 (prime years for an adolescent). Many weeks he worked a minimum of 60 hours, leaving before the sun came up and always coming home late. However; in all of that, he would always make it to any sporting event or extra-curricular activity that was possible. Never complaining of how tired he was, just showing how proud he was of me. That to me, showed not only how you can balance a career and a family, while remaining successful, but also showed me that hard work and a pure work ethic will take you where you want to be in life.

The other lesson that always stuck with me was this:

“Never start a fight, but if someone starts one with you, kick their ass and deal with the consequences later. It will teach them a lesson and show everyone that you are not one to push – becuase you will push back harder.”

I hope I can pass those traits on to my son.

19 Pentagack June 10, 2008 at 8:00 am

My dad never, ever communicates on an emotional level, and as such I learned most of my lessons by observation, maturity, and having a mother who made up for the difference:

* It doesn’t pay to be a (fill in your own high earning profession here) at the expense of spending time with your family. My dad is a doctor.
* Admit to your mistakes, even if it’s brutally painful. It’s better to be honest than to have to live with yourself as a liar. Just don’t be an ass or a jerk about being honest – use tact.
* Even if you’re not around a whole lot, your kids still have a chance of not getting terribly screwed up if you marry the right woman.
* There’s always a hard way and an easy way when it comes to listening to your parents. You never, ever want to see the wrong end of the hard way.
* Manners are paramount. People who don’t use manners are ungrateful, unrefined slobs.
* Quality remains long after price is forgotten.

20 ELK June 10, 2008 at 8:29 am

My father once told me something I’ll never forget:
“Go for the champagne son. Don’t settle. Go for the champagne.”
I wish I had listened.

21 Dean June 10, 2008 at 10:36 am

My father once told me, “Don’t ever date a woman whose father called her princess.”

22 DanO June 10, 2008 at 10:50 am

My dad taught me to leave my work in the office when I come home. Everyday i ask him about work, he always replies, “it just keeps getting better all the time.” It really shows me what’s important (family) and what’s not (your job).

23 DPM June 10, 2008 at 11:15 am

This is a difficult answer for me, as it creates an internal conflict. I know the answer precisely of what I was taught, but it is not something I can easily convey. I make great efforts in life to be positive, not to re-visit old wounds and especially not to speak negatively about others, even when well deserved. So to answer as politely as possible, my father taught me how to shape my life an to be a man by showing me exactly how not to behave.

The main lessons in life I learned through example were:

* Only I choose who I am and how I act towards others. How they react to me is out of my control, but I am in total control of how I react to them. I choose to treat everyone with respect.
* Hypocrisy is perhaps the worst trait of an adult. The opposite is being an honest person who acts and lives one’s morals more than one speaks them. Empty words cheapen a man, while solid actions define a man.
* A man chooses who his friends are, and is judged by the friends he keeps. Negative, prejudiced, and/or mean spirited people are not worth having as friends, and it is best to politely sever ties to them.
* Pay attention to your personal appearance. Every day when I dress, I am choosing how to represent myself to the public. Even casual dress should be done with careful attention.
* It is the role of a husband to never speak negatively of his wife. Any man who speaks poorly of his spouse to others is declaring himself a fool.
* It is the role of a father to protect and defend his children, rationally. When times get rough when parenting, as they will, a father needs to be calm, learn all the facts, and act lovingly towards his children no matter what. Reacting emotionally and without details is always the wrong choice.
* Respect from others, be it strangers, relatives, and especially your own children is something to be earned. No one automatically deserves the respect of others.
* In order for a man to earn the respect of others, he first has to respect all others regardless of their position in society.
* Lastly and most important of all: You only have one life, and there are no do-overs. Make the most of every day, and enjoy the life you have.

24 Showtime June 10, 2008 at 11:27 am

My dad always had one phrase that stuck with me. “You can fix anything but a broken heart.” I remember countless times bringing him a broken toy or action figure with tears in my eyes and then just watching him fix it. He would hand it back and tell me that phrase. Anytime I need help now I just call him up and he has the answer.

The great thing about this post is I think I just learned something else by putting this “on paper”. I’ve always thought that he was wrong about fixing a broken heart. Since having my own kids I always thought you could fix a broken heart. Turns out that’s exactly what he was doing when he fixed my things.

Thanks dad. Love you.

25 Derek Guyer June 10, 2008 at 12:12 pm

Every time I left the house as a child/teenager, Dad would repeat the same four words:

“Remember who you are”

There was never any question about what he meant when he said it. Dad was focused on us not only remembering that we were his children and that certain things were expected of us, but also that we were children of God and everything we said or did reflected upon our family and the image of God.

When I go to work, raise my own kids now, love my wife, or just go to the grocery store now, I really try to remember who I am. I am Derek Guyer and for me, that’s a big deal.

26 Antiques June 10, 2008 at 12:39 pm

steak yummm!

27 Novel June 10, 2008 at 1:45 pm

To feel more confident about myself, stand up straight, shoulders back. To have others feel more confident in me, give a firm handshake. To earn ongoing confidence from everyone, make good on my word every time.

28 Sam June 10, 2008 at 2:40 pm

Whenever I struggled or failed, dad would always tell me “Stuck it up and go.”

29 Shakeel June 10, 2008 at 3:36 pm

I’m a first generation immigrant to the United States. My family – father, mother, two sisters (11 years and 8 years older than me) and myself, 6 months old. We came from Bombay, India and my parents had come to the United States with one purpose in mind. My dad left a high paying job, my mother was a very successful seamstress from a long line of embroiderers (for royalty and such). My mother and father sacrificed their dreams and the comfortable life they could have had in India so that the lives of their children would be better.

Here, my father has had a poor string of luck with jobs, starting as an operator on a factory line even though it was far below his education (a bachelors in chemistry and physics, a masters in pharmaceutical manufacturing). He eventually worked his way back up to plant manager, but not without several moves and as long as 1 year unable to find a job in the middle of the booming 90s, jobs which were 75% of my family’s income. It never stopped him. My mother, now a full time accountant, picked up a 20 hour a week job at a department store. My dad had one full time job at one store and another half time at another.

I don’t remember India, though I’ve been back to visit. But my father taught me a lot throughout my life, values that are often considered ‘Indian’. My father works hard, suffering an hour and a half commute each way to one job just so I could be in a better school district. The things my father taught me:
*Even if you don’t get to see your kids until 8PM every weekday and are too tired to play with them on the weekends, its still possible to show them you love them. The proof is in the pudding, when they know (even when I was as young as 6) that all those hours away from home are feeding them.
*You can’t do all that without a loving mother, commited to raising the best children that you can. Pick well.
*Be honest with your children. Sheltering them from bad news (lost job etc) gives them no appreciation for the work it takes for the things you have. And if you do it right, and raise them responsible, when they turn 16 they will take jobs and use that money to help the family. My sisters did.
*When you rarely get to see your dad do anything active, even 10 minutes playing basketball in the Chicago summer sun means more than you will ever know.
*Family dinner is not optional. The time to sit down, turn off the TV, and talk about each other’s day, politics, or anything else builds unity like nothing else. If that means that dinner is served at 8:30 or 9:30 every night, so be it.
*Be firm with your children from the beginning. Love them, and let them know that punishments always come with love, but allow no toeing of the line early on. And make sure punishments are always explained, because if they don’t know what they did wrong they’ll have no respect or intent to change behavior. By the time they turn 8, you won’t have to worry about it. They’ll make good decisions all on their own.
*Never do anything in anger, anger will be perceived by a child as malice. Warn them, let them know that a punishment is coming, and make sure to carry through later.

Theres so much more. I have been so blessed to have a loving father…I will never know, until it is too late and I have children of my own, how to repay him. Everything I have, I have because of him.

30 Johannah B June 10, 2008 at 3:51 pm

Where there is a will, there is a way………never stop dreaming and remember you only lose when you stop trying.

31 Bryan June 10, 2008 at 5:24 pm

My father showed me through example that it doesn’t matter what mistakes a man makes in life. What matters is if he owns up to them. When starting the quest to become a man your goal should be clear. To be the best that you can possibly be. And no matter how many years pass, no matter how much good you can accomplish you can always do better. The fact that you may mess up doesn’t deter one from accomplishing this goal. It is only a determent if you don’t realize that you are wrong. I’d have more respect for a man who admits his shortcomings than a man who has none. Or rather, says he has none. what he taught me, was to be human. And of course the latter syllable in that word, is “Man”.

32 Jonathan June 10, 2008 at 5:33 pm

My dad didn’t have a lot to say in the way of verbal advice, but he did teach me that no matter how we were getting along in day-to-day life, we could buckle down with some physical labor towards a common goal and really bond. We dug post-holes and built fences, and even kept our sense of humor after we built one of those metal sheds that come in 10,359 pieces with undecipherable directions. We always came out the other side with a newfound respect for each other and a shared sense of accomplishment that felt good for a long time. Some lessons are better taught by example.

33 Ryan P. June 11, 2008 at 9:21 am

My dad would always take me to construction jobs he was working and then work my guts out. I always liked going with him and I got to use a lot of cool power tools, but he was also teaching me that he didn’t want me doing what he did for a living and I should go to school and get an education.

You all have my dad to blame for the creation of another lawyer in the world.

34 chantix June 11, 2008 at 1:32 pm

My dad never let me go to work with him! He owns a gas station and claimed it was “no place for a lady”. i was 10: Bring the kid with ya once and be done!!!

35 Bill V. June 11, 2008 at 6:20 pm

Dad’s life lesson:

if you need to be somewhere, but don’t necessarily want to:
– Show up
– Shut up (don’t whine about it)
– Get it over with
– Then do something you want to (redemption)

It’s gotten me through a number of worthless meetings.

36 Sandi June 12, 2008 at 3:50 am

My Dad is fantastic! What always amazed me was his patience. From helping me with a detailed art project in Junior High to practicing the driving maneuverability course for my license (over and over and over). When there was a problem, he always looked the situation over and then calmly started fixing it.

37 Fotios June 12, 2008 at 4:46 am

When I was a kid, my father used to make my brother and I do yard work, do projects around the house, and generally help him with the chores. I hated it as a kid. He never forced us or yelled at us to work, but asked us, and we couldn’t say no, no matter how much we didn’t want to. As we got older, he still asked us, but we started to get too busy with school and sports and girls. He would still be out there by himself doing the work, but it would take him hours longer. I remember coming back from a lacrosse game, all bruised and sore and soaked from the rain, and he was out there in that trying to put up some fencing that had gotten knocked down. I felt so bad that I wasn’t there to help him that I dropped everything and nearly got hypothermia helping him. But I knew it meant so much to him. And it was at that point that I realized he didn’t have us help him because we made the work easier on him, I mean how much can a 5 year old really do in a wood shop? Well we helped clean, but we also watched everything he did. He did it because he wanted to be around us and to share what he knew.

Sure he came to the sporting events and Boy Scout outings. He was in tears speaking at mine and my brother’s Eagle Scout ceremony (I waited almost 2 years to have mine just to have it together). But it was those days working in the yard that truly made me understand what it meant to be a dad. When I got to college and it came time to patch up a hole some drunk put in the wall, or to build a coffee table for the living room, or to just make something for the sake of making it, I was surprised to find out that nobody else who had “good” dads knew how to do anything of the sort.

My dad is a small business owner and works 363 days a year (they are closed on Christmas Day and New Year’s Day). But every time my brother and I came home from college, I was right there helping him. Not because I wanted to do the work or needed the $20 he would give me, but because I got to be closer to him.

38 Mark Loest June 12, 2008 at 4:49 am

When I was a kid a friend needed me to help out delivering his newspapers while he was on vacation. I agreed to help him out. For two long, hot summer weeks I did his route. When he got back he paid me, and when I showed my Dad the money he made me give it back. It wasn’t mine, he said; it was my friend’s paper route and his money. I had simply helped him out.
Dad taught me the difference between profiting from a person’s situation and genuinely helping him out.

39 brandy June 12, 2008 at 8:48 am

me and my father always had a saying when i was younger “no sweat no strain, no power no pain” if you work hard enough you’ll be happy about your accomplshments. not so much on what you had to go through to do it.

another good advice is he always said never depend on a man. ( no offense o anyone) but you should always have a backup plan incase something where to happen. death, divorce, seperation etc. make sure you have a education, maybe a job,

40 brandy June 12, 2008 at 8:49 am
41 another Brandy June 12, 2008 at 1:07 pm

During my teenage years, my dad repeatedly told me that he was my father, not my friend, which seemed to me at the time a completely asinine thing to say. Of course I wouldn’t be friends with such an out-of-touch asshole.

Looking back and comparing where I am emotionally and physically to my friends who had parent-friends, I can see that he was exactly right — and that’s what I strive to be for my children, a parent, not a friend.

Thanks, dad.

42 Vatt Saycocie June 13, 2008 at 6:44 am

I’m a first time dad this year of a four-month old. The lesson I learned from my father was to always be there for your child no matter what. I’ve applied that lesson to my son and all my time goes to him. It’s an awesome feeling! I’m also hungry these days so a nice steak dinner would help!

43 Jinky Williams June 13, 2008 at 8:28 am

My dad has been described as phenomenal.

I am 26, and we have been hanging out every other Monday for the better part of a decade, now. Go to Costco, go grab a burger, walk down at the marina, drive around, whatever. It’s the relationship and time spent that matters.

My dad has taught me, by words and actions, what it means to be a man, a father, a wife. A warrior, king, mentor and friend.

I have seen him fall, and I have seen him get back up. I have seen him not isolate himself, but rather engage himself in a network of support and accountability. He has people who mentor him, iron which sharpens iron, and those who (like me) he pours life into.

He lays his life down on the line continually. And I do not mean just that he is willing to die so that others may live. I think that many, many people would accede to that. For what do you have to worry about after you die? No, his laying down of his life is the constant putting the needs of others before his own wants and desires. It is a daily thing.

From the time that I was born, I have memories of him supporting whatever it is my heart wanted to do. I played soccer, and he and my mom would go to all my games, would go to every practice that he could. He would show up early sometimes just to watch me.

He would engage himself in whatever I was interested in. Though he only had a passing interest in video games, he would sit on the couch and watch me play them. He would play chess with me when I pulled it out, though he knew I usually wouldn’t last the full game.

He has always been right there at my side, ready to support me. On several occasions (more than I like to admit), I locked my keys in my car where I worked, which was more than 25 miles from where he lived. Yet he drive up through rush hour traffic, handed me the key, and would drive back. Or we would both get in the car, grab a burger, and have more hang-out time on the drive back, and he would, if he could, offer to drive me back up the next morning, and then have to drive back down to his work, further south than he lived. My car would run out of gas on the way to work, and he would be there as soon as he could, dropping whatever he was doing at work.

I can only recall him raising his voice once at me or my sister. He is a man who knows that he who shouts is lost, and puts it into practice. When he would discipline us, he would always strive in his attempt to make sure we understood the principle behind it, why he didn’t agree with our course of action, and always tried to make the discipline logical to the offense. And, most importantly, discipline was never an end in itself; it was a means to the end of restoration and getting back on the right track, or affecting a much-needed course adjustment.

He and my mom have held a unified front that rivals any that I’ve ever seen in any other household. Very rarely was there anything that approached a heated discussion in front of my sister and I. Any “internal affairs” communications would happen behind closed doors, and they would arrive at a conclusion together and, in unity, approach us with the answer. But it was never a hiding game, just painting on a false front. My mom and my dad were a team, and they acted (and still act) like it.

When I was growing up, my friends all thought that my dad was cool. Not because he wore shades and designer shirts, or because he was some game show host. He was cool because he was relevant to their lives. He met them where they were at, and treated them with the respect that they yearned for. He showed genuine interest in their lives, and would open communication with them. He would be sure to come out to where we were and greet them by name, offer to carry sleeping bags and whatnot.

A theme in his life that he has attempted (with great success, as far as I am concerened) to drill into the heads of my sister and I is that life should always be about restoration, and all things should be done in accordance with that rule. Restoration of heart, restoration of soul. It deeply permeates his actions, and the genuine care that he displays to everyone is unmistakable.

My dad is also a handyman, who has fixed many, many things over the years. And he was always inviting me to actively participate in the repair process. He had no issues with taking three times as long to get something fixed if it meant that I had learned something from the experience.

He has always been someone I can talk to about anything at all. He will listen to me and consider what I have to say. He doesn’t just bide his time while I’m talking, waiting until the moment I’m done to come back with the reply he’s had ready to go since the first word out of my mouth. He carefully considers the counsel that he dispenses.

He has told me time and time again that one of his biggest wishes for me and my sister is that we surpass him in every single way. He desires the best for us; desires better than he can give us, and he knows that. He is a man who has full confidence of himself as a man, even when he does not know the answer to a question, when he cannot fix something. He is fully aware of his limitations, but still stands secure. It is why he can direct us to others; why he directs us to Jesus.

My dad is a man who embodies the heart of Christ better than anyone I’ve known. He finds his strength and solidarity in which to stand in his walk. My dad knows who he is.

When I grow up, I hope and pray that I am half the man that he is.

44 Joe June 13, 2008 at 9:04 am

“Now son, you see, if you spread the super-glue very carefully, your Mother will never know.”

Lesson learned.

45 Cialis June 23, 2008 at 7:50 am

So Father’s day has gone and went and i did not give my father a gift certificate for steak. haha. instead i gave him sandals and a very nice and rather expensive almost recliner like pool float.

46 RPO June 25, 2008 at 7:41 am

a pool float.. odd

47 Ryan June 30, 2008 at 6:46 pm

I can attribute any success that I have achieved or will achieve in this life to my father in some way. From a very early age he instilled in me a work-ethic that has served me well in all areas of my life. My father devoted so much time to raising me in a respectable manner that it is a wonder he had time to take care of himself.

From the time I was born my father was 100% involved in my upbringing. Getting my dad to spend time with me was never an issue. I remember wrestling matches, movie nights, trips to the park, board games, and all kinds of sports. My dad got me involved in what I consider to be one of the pillars of my upbringing- baseball. Being a ball fanatic and successful player himself he was a wealth of information and experience.

Being involved in competitive baseball meant year-round practices, summer responsibilities (when the rest of my friends were waking up at 1:00 PM I was traveling playing ball, going to practice, taking batting practice, etc.) and exposure to hard work, failure, commitment, and adversity. I remember at times being frustrated because so much of my time was spent playing baseball that I didn’t have time to pursue other things. However, my dad never forced me to play. I could have quit at any time. He was NOT one of those fathers who lived vicariously through his children’s athletics.

He was a father, but also a coach who pushed me as a player and as a young man. My father coached many of my teams, which meant taking time off of work, throwing batting practice (like a real pitcher), knee surgeries, expenses, and more. I know that sometimes my father looks back on those times and wonders if he pushed too hard- But I look back to those times as the reason that I have the work-hard attitude that I do today and do not crumble in the face of adversity. Baseball gave me something productive to devote my time to, and an outlet to observe hard work and the payoff associated with it.

A disciplinarian at times my father clearly taught me right from wrong. At times I would get mad when I was punished, but I now realize it was for my own good. I can attribute my strong moral fiber to my father’s guidance and example.

I also commend my father for providing a healthy home for me as a child –Healthy in many ways. He and my mother have always maintained a strong marriage. The ever present didactic of a harmonious mother and father was very important and reassuring. The majority of my friends are the products of divorced families, and I feel very fortunate to have never known that pain.

He also provided a healthy home for me in that he did not allow me to sit around idly, eating junk food. My father was and still is a great proponent of physical exercise and fitness. Whether it meant wind-sprints, baseball, lifting or other exercise he always encouraged me to go out and be active. He sits today at over 50 years old, still stronger and fitter than I am.

He also provided me with a healthy role-model. While growing up there were no bad habits in my home- no alcohol, no tobacco, no drugs, no addictions. He provided me with a healthy example of how to live.

To this day my father still makes sacrifices for me. He and my mother are currently footing the bill for an expensive college career. At times I feel guilty that my education is costing them so much. I know they have both made sacrifices to send me through school. Through his sacrifices my father has also taught me the virtue of generosity. He regularly donates money to charities as well as family members in need. He has never been one to stiff anybody out of something he owed them, and I know that he would give me the shirt off his back.

Well, the example of a lesson my father taught me is getting long-winded. I have hardly even scratched the surface about what a phenomenal job he did raising me. But I will leave it at this: I attribute most of the good things about my character in some way to my father’s help and guidance.

48 Garfield July 8, 2008 at 5:25 pm

I love Outback!!!

49 Richard P. Strickland November 6, 2008 at 5:17 pm

My Dad taught me to stick around and nuture my children. You see, I did the opposite of what he did.
I grew up with no adult supervision. The only way I knew what should be done was by watching Father’s Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver and other show like those.

I am the father of 2 boys and three girls who are all grown and have families of their own. Not one of them are dependent on any government handouts. They all contribute to sociaty in very positive ways.

I feel that my fathere, although he was not there, he did me a favor and made me the roll model I am today for my children and others.

50 RS February 4, 2009 at 12:41 pm

My father always said son, “You have two ears and one mouth for a reason” as in listen twice as much as you speak. Simple and effective.

51 Phil Anderson March 3, 2009 at 8:31 am

My dad said, ” KEEP IT ZIPPED! ‘ I can’t tell you why he said it, but it was the best advice I’ve ever received…

52 Anthony Piselli March 3, 2009 at 10:01 am

My father taught me patience and tolerance…if you only knew my Mother…When he moves on he should be guaranteed angels wings!

53 Steven Domoslay May 18, 2009 at 6:12 am

A steak and Father’s Day are as American as Mom and apple pie. None better than Outback Steakhouse to do the festivities.

54 Ken May 28, 2009 at 12:11 pm

Things my father taught me.

Always fill the gas tank so mom doesn’t have to.
Always make sure there is milk in the house and that the trash is outside.
When mom wants to go visit her mother, if you make it easy for her to go she will return sooner.
Get directions before you leave the house; it saves tears in the car.
Carry a pee can and phone book in the car for emergencies.

55 Brandon Tyler June 9, 2009 at 1:57 pm

a life lesson your father taught you -
It is more blessed to give that to receive.

56 Anna Lege June 6, 2010 at 12:36 pm

My father always taught me that cleanliness is next to godliness.

57 Jennifer December 3, 2012 at 4:53 pm

I know the sweepstakes is over but I wanted to say how awesome my husband is when he became a father. He trusted in me to birth our children at home and believed I could do it. At a time when most hospitals and doctors are completely corrupt and run by the almighty dollar, my husband not only helped me through the whole 74 hours of labor (so far, we’re not done yet) but also caught our daughters at the end. This perfect start at fatherhood assures me that he will continue to be awesome.

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