What is the most badass thing your Dad has done?

Pizzadude · 1 year

He has a Bronze Star, but won't tell anyone why. He thinks it's a stupid piece of metal, but treasures the handkerchief that the little girls in Korea signed for him while his unit was set up in their schoolyard.
He had heart attack and a stint put in. A year later, we rode our usual ~500 mile bike tour. He had me take a picture of him holding his bike over his head on the 11,000 foot pass we just climbed, and sent it to his cardiologist. (Even when I was racing in college, I couldn't keep up with his 60 year old pace.)
He walked into an orphanage in Germany, and asked for the child who needed him the most. They gave him my brother, who is black, and was a crack baby with a lot of issues. He couldn't have been happier.
Along with my Mom, he has taken in and greatly improved the lives of many foster children.
He went from living in a shack with his Mom and grandma, with no one believing that he would ever succeed at anything, to earning three degrees (including a master's) and becoming a decorated major in the Army.
When he sees kids wearing helmets while riding their bikes around town, he stops and gives them a dollar. (He's been running bike safety events since I nearly died on mine.)
A bunch of kids from all over the state, who know my Dad as the speech coach from my home town, made a facebook page so they could all be fans of his awesomeness.

And a million other things. I don't even have to embellish or anything. He's just that awesome. It's so cool actually, honestly knowing that my Dad is one of the best people I will ever meet. (So is my Mom.)

reross · 1 year

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flakman · 1 year

He defended my room against a bee's nest in the closet in only his underwear and brandishing two fly swatters. Didn't get stung.

NowTheyTellMe · 1 year

For 20 years he woke up every morning at 3:30 AM, so he could get to work by 6AM, so he could be home by 7PM, so that we could afford nice things.

MorningBroner · 1 year

About 5 years ago my dad was driving on our boat on a lake we have a house on and happened to see a small (about 50 people) tour boat capsize, with nearly all senior citizens on it He rushed over, called 911, and started tossing life vests like it was his job. He grabbed a number of people into the boat and got others to grab onto the boat to stay afloat. Thanks to him, 27 people survived the accident. Here's a link about the accident

ApokalypseCow · 1 year

My brother, cousins, and I were having a water fight in the back yard of our lake house. Water guns, water balloons, etc. It was winding down, and my mom and aunt were moving in to clean up the mess from busted balloons. All of a sudden my dad comes streaking up from the dock with a huge bucket full of lake water. He's making a beeline straight for me but, right before he gets within striking distance, he executes a perfect high-velocity no-look shovel pass to his right and bullseyes my mom in the face with 2 gallons of lake water. He just kept on running.

L1ttleB1rd · 1 year

I have two, one that I experienced and the other is a story my mom tells all the time. This one happened about 2 years before I was born. My parents were dating at the time and were at a bar together. My dad went to go get drinks for them and a group of guys began to harass my mom. Apparently they were grabbing her and just being douchebags in general. My dad came back from the bar with his drinks and proceeds to approach my mom and these group of guys. As my mom tells it, he sits down and acts completely cool about the whole situation. He asks everyone what the problem seems to be. One of the guys tells him to fuck off and that he's trying to have a conversation. Without saying a word, my dad grabs the guy by the nose and slams his face down into the table. He then looks at the other guys and says "who's next?", to which the other guys, with the most shocked look on their faces, help their buddy up and proceed to book it out of the bar.

This one I was personally there to experience. I was about 13 and my parents had just given me a brand new bike for my grade school graduation. It was a really big deal because we didn't have much money growing up and my parents spent alot of money for this bmx bike I really wanted. I was hanging out with some friends when some kids came up to us. One kid put his hands on my handle bars to block me from leaving while another came from behind and pressed a knife against my side. He told me to give them the bike or they were going to take it. Being scared, I just got off the bike and gave it to them. After they left I ran to the nearest phone booth and called my parents to tell them what happened. About 5 minutes after I get off the phone with my mom, my dad comes screeching up to us in his car. He pops open the passenger side door and tells me to get in. As I sit down he asks me what the kids look like. I tell him and he starts to take off, and we go winding through the side streets of the area. I wasn't really sure what was going on because I was still a bit scared from the whole ordeal. After about 10 minutes of driving my dad notices some kids sitting in the park with bikes. He drives past them slowly and asks if I recognize any of them or my bike. Right away, I saw my bike and I tell him. He slams on the brakes, reaches behind his seat and pulls out a huge metal pipe. In a manner I have never seen him in before, he proceeds to fling the door open and rush these kids. He starts screaming like a mad man and runs after them. The kids begin to scurry but my dad was too fast for them. In what seemed like slow motion, as the kids begin to pedal away, he grabs the one on my bike and shoves the pipe into the spokes of the wheel. The kid flips off the bike and his friends just left him there. My dad grabs the bike and walks over to the kid on the ground. He proceeds to tell him "don't ever fuck with my family again, you got off easy this time, next time you won't be so lucky." He then walks back to the car with the bike, throws it in the trunk, gets back in the drivers seat and drives away like nothing happened. On the ride home he just looked at me and said "I'm not a violent man".

sstevesstrong · 1 year

My dad was a pilot for the US Navy.

He was taking off from a base in California when the engine on his jet had a "malfunction". Basically, some tiny piece broke off and shredded the engine.

The jet lost power, and he started dropping. He tried to get it to the water, but realized that wasn't going to happen.

Instead, he guided the plane to a space between a parking lot and a building (I think it was a grocery store), and ejected only when he was sure of where the plane was going to end up. 8/10ths of a second later, the plane hit the ground.

Three seconds later, he landed in the middle of a highway next to the store, and ran to the scene to help firefighters put out the fire.

There wasn't a piece of glass within a hundred yards that remained in tact and there were only two injuries in the crash. A man was sitting in his car (I think I remember that he was waiting for his wife) when the plane hit. The broken glass scuffed him up. Same thing for a man standing in a nearby phone booth.

My dad is an absolute badass and a hero.

Edit - This is the closest thing I could find to proof: http://texnews.com/1998/local/ejectshns0220.html Edit2 - Found another one: http://articles.latimes.com/1985-06-25/local/me-10541_1

irishamerican · 1 year

My sister had a falling out with another girl at school. One night the girl and three dudes she was probably blowing drove over to our house and starting throwing beer bottles at my sister's window. My Dad came out of the house, walked up to their car and told them to fuck off. The three guys got out of the car and surrounded my Dad. My Dad told them, last chance to get in your car and leave. The three guys squared up on him and my Dad proceeded to beat all three of their asses into the dirt. They literally crawled back to their car.

Later that night, the dad of one of the kids my Dad whupped came over and challenged my Dad to a fight for what he did to his son. Big mistake...like father, like son. He crawled back to his car too.

Oh yeah, he also won the Silver Star in Vietnam for saving two crew members from a burning helicopter, even though he was on fire too.

My Dad = Badass.

big80smullet · 1 year

When i was about 8 my mum took me and my little brothers to my grandma's house for the weekend. My dada stayed behind because he was on call. As we left he was underneath his old VW beetle working on something or other. We came back on monday night to find another two beetles on the front yard. Apparently he had needed a part, so had gone to the scrap yard, and rather than buy just the part, he just got a whole beetle. He then repeated the same process the next day. He then proceeded to use the scrap beetles to get the original beetle going and made a complete car out of the other two. I'm pretty sure he had all his buddies around to do it but he never admitted that. So yeah we left and he had one beetle, came back two days later to two complete working beetles and a third one, which he had working in a month or two and sold.

My dad also has 3 degrees, is working on a fourth. He's a pretty well renowned Doctor internationally and is also an amazing artist (although he hasn't drawn in many years). I am convinced my dad can do absolutely anything he wants. I think the best thing about him is that he proposed to my mum 6 weeks after meeting her and they're still married 25 years later.

Maxmidget · 1 year

My dad has always kept a cool head, and doesn't get angry unless the situation is deserving of it. He grew up on a military base in Okinawa, Japan and is a black belt in judo, so he could be a dick if he wanted to, but he chooses not to.

Anyway, he takes me to Vegas when I was about 15, probably just to tease me by showing me all the things I couldn't do. We show up at our hotel at about 3am, and we are in line behind one other person, who is SCREAMING at the receptionist because even though he had a reservation, the hotel was full. The man in front of us finally storms out lividly, and it's our turn. Obviously, we were also told that the hotel was full. Instead of blowing up, my dad just smiles and says "is there anything you can do for us?" The receptionist, who was quite visibly pleased about the lack of hostility, smiles and says "well, let me check". We ended up getting a VIP suite for the same price as we would have paid for the crappy room we had planned on getting. The TV was huge, the room was huge, it was awesome.

MysteryBowler · 1 year

My Dad is a very laid back, quiet man. I did not learn stories of his badassery until well into my late teens and early twenties.

My Dad grew up in a very rural area of southern Louisiana. At the age of 9, he walked into his living room and told his mother that he was going outside. He disappeared for three days, during which the local sheriff's department (of which my grandfather was a member) searched constantly for him. On the third day, he walked back into his house like nothing had happened. He had a fishing pole, a .22 rifle, a pocket knife, matches and a thick blanket. For three days at the age of 9, my father sustained himself in the wilds of Louisiana on what he could catch and kill.
In Vietnam my father worked in search-and-rescue operations and survived two helicopter crashes. One from almost 1,000 feet up.
My Dad runs an electrical supply store. In the early days of his business, he sold about $950 of materials to a local wealthy lawyer who was building a beautiful new home. The lawyer stiffed him on the bill and when my Dad called, the lawyer said "I don't pay bills that are less than $1000. You'll have to take me to small claims court." My Dad promptly went to the guy's home (which was under construction) and put an axe through the gorgeous custom oak door. "I figure that was about $1000 worth of door." he told me.
When my Mom told her parents she loved my Dad and they were going to get married, they forbade her from seeing him again. Word got back to my Dad and he showed up at their house to help her move out. My grandfather met my Dad at the door with a shotgun. My Dad said, "I'm either leaving here with your daughter or in a pine box. So if you ain't gonna kill me, get out of the way." It took a while, but my Dad and my grandfather became good friends.
The rural Mississippi community I grew up in used to have genuine Turkey Shoots around Thanksgiving. It went like this: you paid $2 for 3 shots (with your rifle) at a turkey in a wood box 50 yards away. The turkey could stick its head up through a slot in the box, but that was the only exposed part of the turkey. If you hit the turkey, it was yours. My father decided to participate and proceeded to bag five turkeys in 6 shots. He donated all of them to local families who didn't have a turkey to put on the table for Thanksgiving.

Yserbius · 1 year

He weighed in at about 290 for quite some time. On his annual checkup the doctor told him that, basically, both of his parents died of Type 2 diabetes and he will suffer a similar fate. He basically said, "No I won't and you will tell me what I need to do". He started immediately on only veggies and a little bit of bread each day combined with a minimum of 5 miles walking, 10 on weekends. Within 2 weeks he had to go to the tailor. By a month, I outweighed him for the first time ever. Five years later he still keeps to the same regimen and looks great.

manders36 · 1 year

a few weeks ago my father arrives at the company he manages. When he arrives he is greeted by bank and company lawyers and told he can not go in or let his employees in the building. So... long story short, the owner of the company has been stealing money/stock and fudging the books. He's in debt to the bank for about 14 million and the bank is seizing everything. So in an instant my father and his employees are out of their jobs. He spent the first two weeks of being unemployed finding jobs for 15 of his employees before he even started to try to find something for himself. He's still looking... Anyways I was impressed with his selflessness and ask fellow redditors to wish him luck. I think his selfless act is bad-ass in it's own right!

[deleted] · 1 year

My father accepted his alcoholism and has been sober for 4 months :)

Thiefree · 1 year

My dad may not be a badass in the traditional sense, but he's the wisest, most knowledgeable, intelligent dude I've ever met. Once a lawyer tried to contradict him by quoting from a certain book, and my dad said "You're misquoting that; turn the page and read the other half of the sentence." My dad literally wrote the fucking book.

charcoalist · 1 year

My dad's deceased, but he served in WWII as a firefighter for the Army Air Corps, and he was based in England. He would rescue pilots and airmen out of burning/damaged planes returning from missions in Europe.

He passed away when I was 16. I was too young to fully appreciate what he did. I wish I had asked him more questions about his service.

scott_beowulf · 1 year

My dad jumped a car over an semi-open drawbridge in Alabama when he was 16.

He was also badass enough to step in and adopt me after my father took his own life when I was one.

reross · 1 year

Last year, my dad, mom, my gf, and a friend were eating dinner at a restaurant. The couple sitting next to us were obviously on a first date, and had briefly talked to my parents while going inside. Halfway through our first round of drinks, my mom (a nurse) notices that the lady next to us is look very pale. Literally 30 seconds later, the lady is on the floor and blue, while her BF just stood there in disbelief. My dad (a doctor) laid her on the table and and straightened her neck while giving her some sort of injection from her purse. The lady started to regain consciousness, and was trying to act like nothing had happened. The EMT came and said that if my dad had not been there the lady would have died within minutes.

tldr: my dad is superman

EDIT: Similar situations of my dad jumping into action have occurred on at least three separate airplanes

jachreja · 1 year

My Dad's a surgeon. A dammed good one at that. About six years ago, his car turned over in the snow because of hazardous driving conditions. My dad didn't want to waste money on a cab, so he walked a mile to the hospital with lacerations and a compound fracture. As he works at the hospital, covered in blood, my dad stitches himself up and cleans his own wounds, having his secretary tying them off.

My Father = The Man.

chris2couch · 1 year

When I was a kid living in Tallahassee, some skinheads tried to break into a neighbors car during the night. My pop heard the noise outside, proceeded to grab a tennis racket and ran outside in his underwear. He crossed the lawn and went to his M.P. van he had for the evening and turned on the overhead lights blinding the jerks robbing the car. He used command voice to scare the punks into thinking his tennis racket was a shotgun and made them all get on the ground in the hogtie position until the cops showed up... all the while in his BVD's.

BigSlim · 1 year

Cut a person open and remove their internal organs, keep one, and then put the rest back into place and bring the person back to life.

But seriously, my dad is a surgeon.

Africanzambian · 1 year

I once saw my dad do a backflip from a high dive board and land square in the nuts on a swimming lane seperator...the backflip was legendary but his landing had me in stitches for 30 minutes with my bro

X019 · 1 year

My Dad was working on building a restaurant (he does carpentry) and was using a nailgun to build a bar. The nailgun jumped, landed on his thumb and fired. He the proceeded to calmly take out his hammer, pull the nail from his thumb, and continue working as if a nail didn't just go through his thumb.

RedErin · 1 year

My dad was being dragged by a horse and he reached up and punched it in the face.

iorgfeflkd · 1 year

My father has removed literally thousands of prostates from living men.

hesnothere · 1 year

Father's Day is always special for me. My grandfather was deadbeat, leaving my great-grandmother and grandmother to raise my dad. They grew up in extreme poverty in the South, and my grandmother was a bit developmentally disabled, to boot. My dad pulled himself up by his bootstraps, hit the books and became the first person from my family to go to college.

As a result of his experience, he worked so incredibly hard to be the best father a kid could hope to have. He didn't have the raw skills for it at all. But he has an unbelievable drive to succeed, and simply refused to let what he went through happen to me.

Sorry to hijack the MacGyver Dad thread, but I have always considered my dad the baddest badass on the block.

Lebal · 1 year

My Dad got run over by a plane. He is now missing his leg because of that incident. At times when I was 8 or 9 and invited friends over, he would ask them if they want to see something cool. With his pants leg all the way down to where you can't see the prosthetic, he would pop it off and spin his foot around and around. I have the best sense of humor because of him.

ApathyJacks · 1 year

My dad beat prostate cancer.

emmster · 1 year

Just about kicked down the principal's office door when I was in high school.

I'd had an argument with a girl in my art class (over a ruler, of all the stupid shit), and right in the middle of the damn classroom, she hit me. Right in front of the teacher, who marched us up to the office, apparently fully expecting for her to receive some disciplinary action, and for me to come back to class after telling them what had happened.

Apparently, the principal felt differently, and suspended us both under a zero-tolerance policy. My art teacher was not exactly cool with that arrangement, but there wasn't much he could say or do about it. So, I called home for a ride, and my dad basically went apeshit. I told the principal he was pretty angry. He just kind of smiled and said something about how parents tend to act that way when their kids get in trouble for fighting. So I clarified, "No, he's angry with you."

Dude locked himself in the office, and refused to speak to my father, who was pretty adamant that he come out right this goddamn minute and talk to him about this situation. There was some shouting, and it ended with me having to take the three days off school, but being allowed to do my work at home, and take a couple of tests late.

On our way out, my father said to me, clearly and loudly enough that you could tell it was directed at the principal. "Next time, since you'll get suspended just for getting hit, kick her ass and make it worth it."

badassdad · 1 year

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My dad has supported my Uncles family and my grandparents for the last 20 years, all the while my grandpa signed some bad deals behind my dads back ruining his business and my uncle stole from him to afford the luxuries he didn't need. My dad never called either of them out for any of it because my grandmother couldn't handle it, he declared bankruptcy to save the house and we were on the verge of losing everything. He let his entire staff go and ran the enire junk yard by himself for the last 2 months it was open working well over 12 hour days just so we could make ends meet. I didn't find out he did any of this until 15 years after it happened, that Christmas he made sure the tree had presents under it, after all that. He got a new job in sales and brought my family back from the brink and sent my sister and I to college. The only time I have ever seen my dad cry is when I graduated. My sister still does not know he did all this. I am going to tell her when she graduates.

This is only a small part of my why my dad is a badass

friendlyfire · 1 year

Most weeks my father worked 10 hour shifts Monday through Saturday and an 8 hour shift on Sunday in order to support our family.

That is why he's a badass.

I wish I had half his work ethic.

Methodtical · 1 year

My dad built an autonomous car and lead a team for the DARPA Grand Challenge.

Digiko · 1 year

He raised me to chase my dreams, to believe in myself, and overall, to be happy and kind to others.

Tinfoil_Haberdashery · 1 year

My dad once went on a backpacking trip with two horse packers. He bet that he could outrun them over the four-day trip. Right up until the end, it was fairly close, until they came to a snowbound meadow and the horses kept bogging down in the creek wells. They had to go the long way around, but Dad had an ER shift and couldn't wait, so he ditched them. It's weird, because he's quite possibly the most boring, overly cautious man in the world today. It's weird to think he used to be the kind of guy who would have four-day races against cavalry for fun.

crandamaniac · 1 year

When I was 4, I was playing outside with a ball. My dad was outside doing some yard work. My ball went into a bush so I went in to try to get it. Reached my hand in and out came a copperhead. My dad, not even pausing for a moment, grabs the copperhead by the neck, throws it down on the ground and decapitates it with a shovel.

Another story, I was about 13 at the time. One of the kids in the neighborhood was riding a bike when a dog chased him. He lost control and ran into a fire hydrant, breaking his leg. He comes hobbling up to our house. I see him coming and tell my dad, who is recovering from surgery on his knee after breaking it in a fall a few days earlier. He gets up, grabs the boy, put him in the back of his pickup, and drives him over to his parents house (about a mile away from our house). Wasn't no small feat driving either, as his truck was a manual transmission.

fightingspork · 1 year

Damn, all the hard-working bread-winning dad's are going to get all the upvotes, because this is a game AND MY DAD NEEDS TO WIN.

My family situation was the opposite from the norm; my mother worked at her job while my dad ran the household. Only it wasn't a motherly home, it was a well timed, well kept, well maintained god damned fortress. Just because he didn't have a 9-5 job did NOT mean he did not work. He worked his ass off every day.

He would wake us up, cook us breakfast, see us well dressed and dropped off at school on time, every time, without fail for about 20 years. He kept our house fucking spotless. We had twenty acres of land, some of it orange grove. He kept that a going concern, because he liked us climbing trees and having fresh fruit. He liked us knowing how to raise crops and appreciate something you bring out of the ground with your own hands. He was a one man landscaping company. In fact, for a few years, he expanded literal landscaping corporation, which he dissolved when he thought it kept him from us.

Every night for the entirety of my childhood, I had a hot meal, fresh cooked and well made by my father. To this day I have yet to meet a better chef other than someone who has worked the kitchen at a five star restaurant. He taught all of his children to appreciate good food. He taught all of his children how to cook, and cook well. When I went to college I made all my pocket money churning out all sorts of meals at odd hours for other hungry students.

Five nights a week, my dad would drive all of us 40 miles round trip to a karate school, that we might learn to defend ourselves. He took us to tournaments, that we might learn to win and lose gracefully. He took us to special trainings all over the state and beyond that we might not lack for learning opportunity. Now all of his children have become black belts and have a combined martial arts experience of around 50 years.

My father is an avid outdoorsman, taking us hunting, camping, fishing in both lakes, rivers, and the open ocean. We learned how to make fire, put out fires, make shelter, find food, capture game, clean and prepare it, how to hide it, how to tell the time by the sun, how to navigate by the stars, how to find people when looking for rescue, how to stay hidden to avoid the opposite, how to build a raft to cross rivers, how to track game, how to survive and thrive in wilderness. He taught us everything a boyscout learns without ever having to wear that gay ascot.

My father taught all of us as much as he could about basic survival, but he also taught us class. He taught us how to dress as men should. How to act as men should. All the niceties of high society. He taught us social grace and as much charm as he could.

He taught us history, ohhh, the history. He used to be a teacher, before stopping to raise us. By the time my peers were first learning where the Ottoman empire was and what it did, I had heard it for ten years.

He taught us to be as human as humanly possible.

JoeyJoeJoeShabadooJr · 1 year

When I was a wee lad my family and I went camping. We had a nice campsite right on a river and I was fishing with my little kid sized fishing rod and my Donald Duck bobber. My line snapped and Donald began going downstream with the current. He got snagged on some wood sticking out of the water and I started to cry knowing Donald was likely gone forever. My Dad strips down to his shorts, dives into the river, and rescues Donald. Thanks Dad.

GriftyGrifter · 1 year

My dad is an exceptional person, Physics and Chem teacher for 30 odd years, hall of fame wrestling and football coach. He did however put the fear of god into me one spring day during my junior year of high school. I was a relativly well behaved student, had to be I had my dad as a teacher and coach. One day however I crossed a line. I did what kids from the stix do, went into the country and drank at a party.

I had an old ramshackle handmedown '79 Chevy Scottsdale and was driving home from the party having partaken in very little alcohol, 2-3 beers max in a 3 to 4 hour period. A broken tailight spelled my doom. The highway patrolman who pulled me over said he smelled booze on my breath, but I swore that I was in the clear, no way was I over the .08 limit for drunken driving. I passed the field sobriety tests as only a terrified athletic teen can, with flying colors. Mr. HiPo however said I still had to tae a breath test. .01. I guess that any trace of alcohol on a minors breath is considered impaired driving though. To the pokey I go.

Dad picks me up saying not a word. We get home and he says get to bed, "You're going to pay for this in blood and sweat tommorow." The next morning I get up well before the sun and just lie in bed dreading the moment he walks into my room. 7am he says time to go, and we head outdoors. He outlines the start of my punishment, rearranging the giant rocks that we use for landscaping. As I sweat and struggle with the stones I hear him muttering behind me, then comes the most ungodly horrible sound I have ever heard. He grabs the tailgate of my 79 Chevy and physically rips the tailgate from it's bolts and throws it ala the Hulk through the back window of my truck in a display of strength who's better I have yet to see. He then without a word walks into the house and leaves me to my task. Upon further inspection I found that he sheared the metal to tear that Detroit beasts tailgate off, astounding.

At any rate he helps me pay for the window and we weld the tailgate back on, but his status at that highschool went from legend to myth in one fell swoop that day. Incoming freshman are forewarned not to fuck with Mr. Martin lest they suffer some horrible fate. On a side note I drove that truck up untill my soph year in college and before I sold it i cut off the tail gate replaced it with an air gate and put that momento in storage. I cannot fucking wait untill he retires! It will be an epic retirement speech and gift let me tell you what!

EDIT: TL;DR My dad ripped off a tailgate with his bare hands. edit: formatting

Hemmerly · 1 year

Some of the stories my Dad has told me about his days in Vietnam are astounding. I'd have to say my favorite was the story of him jumping from a helicopter. He was in a supply chopper carrying some form of explosive and the thing got shot. As it was falling, and on fire, my Dad jumped out.

That would be a mildly pansy thing to do on its own but when he saw that it hadn't yet exploded when it came to rest on the ground he ran over and made sure the other guys got out safely. It exploded shortly after they were away from the wreck. They then started a two day trek through enemy territory until they met up with a patrol.

kazrael02 · 1 year

I once asked my dad how he got the 3 inch scar on the back of his neck. My dad grew up in Korea in the 50s and 60s and took judo all through high school. I can still see how much he used to work out, his wrists are twice as big as mine even after all these years.

Apparently he came across a little kid getting bullied in his class and stepped in between the bully and the kid getting slapped around and told the bully to beat it. The kid knew he would be in for a helluva fight with my dad so he backed down, but the moment my dad sat down and turned his back on him he grabbed a chair and slammed it into the back of my dad's head.

My dad ended up with an open gaping wound on the back of his neck, got off off the floor and with blood streaming down his back, cracked his neck and just grinned. The guy got so scared he scrambled out of the classroom and refused to come back to school for the rest of the year even after his suspension ended.

PaeTar · 1 year

Dad owned his own contracting and renovation company, was a kinsmen and volunteer fire-fighter, until he died at age 55 in 2008. When he wasn't out saving peoples houses or cutting them out of car wrecks he did really nice carpentry. Unfortunately he's kinda a putz and always injured himself on the job. He managed to cut out a doorknob hole with a hole-saw, and punched it right through the door into his arm. Was missing about 1/8 - 1/4 inch of almost every finger due to random mishaps. One day he was passing wood through a routing table to make trim, and managed to put his fingers through with it. Blood spurting an bone visible, he drove himself a town over to the hospital for some quick re-constructive surgery. I barely knew 1/2 the details of his mishaps, but knew they happened quite frequently. He drove me to the hospital after whacking me in the head with a crowbar one day, and all the nurses and doctors knew him by first name, and got him coffee.

RamboLucien · 1 year

I was around 8 and my sister was around 15 and she was getting bullied at school by our asshole of a next door neighbour's son.

She told my parents about it, so my mum went around to their house to try and talk to the parents about their son bullying my sister.

They ended up completely flipping out, claiming that "our son would never do anything like that", and "how dare you" etc. etc.

Things got really heated and the parents and uncle of this boy ended up pushing and man-handling my mum out of their front gate.

My dad, a 6ft6 builder (with a bad temper I already knew about) was waiting outside in our front garden and sees these fuckers pushing around my mum. He grabs his metal spirit level from the shed in one hand, and a standard claw hammer in the other, and charges out of the gate towards them, screaming like a mad man.

I've never seen a group of people look quite so scared. It was pretty bad ass!

We didn't have any problems with them after that. At all.

runningeek · 1 year

This was a while ago, when I was in 9th grade. My parent's house was being re-decorated, a multi week project. The windows had been taken out, and we had big holes in the wall. My father would stay awake at night so that no one tried to get in (this was bombay, india).

One night, around 11pm at night, there was somebody standing outside ,looking inside through one of the open windows. The lights inside the house were out, and I saw this person and was shit scared but continued to watch him. Suddenly my father, having grabbed a big knife from the kitchen and then having stealthily crawled under the window, stood up and jumped out of the window and confronted the guy. I saw the other guy jump out of his skin, and then run away.

That day, I had new respect for my father.

[deleted] · 1 year

It's actually my father in law, but he works for a beverage company delivering drinks to stores. The thing you have to know about him, is that he is a Christian in the truest sense, is the gentlest man I've ever met. He doesn't fight, cuss, or drink and is just kind to everyone he meets.

My sister in law got a job there as a teenager, answering phones or something. Well, one of the guys he worked with decided to make a comment about how hot she was. My husband wasn't there to see it, but one of the guy his dad works with told it like this. "This guy said something to your dad. Your dad turns around, picks this guy up by the neck and pins him to the wall. Everyone just stood there, watching for several seconds. Suddenly, he drops the guy to the floor where he just sat dazed, and just walk away. Didn't say a word".

To this day, no one knows exactly what the guy said.

bechus · 1 year

over a period of many years he's donated over 30 gallons of blood. I think that is awesome.

daruka · 1 year

He punched out his 5th-grade teacher for mocking his dyslexia. Mind you, he never made it to grade 6. That was about the age most guys his age started working in the mines anyhow, so I guess he had a free shot.

jeff_ewing · 1 year

Save the entire planet from Nazism and Japanese militarism. He had a lot of help, of course. Three years gone and I miss him every day.

jawndisease · 1 year

What I was sixteen we were living in Geneva, Switzerland. One time a bunch of Nazi skinheads started fucking with me. They were threatening me, surrounding me, being very unpleasant. Daddy walks around the corner and starts scolding them in French with his awful accent about how disrespectful they were being and basically they were so flabberghasted at this random old Canadian man bitching them out that they forgot about me and slunk off. It was pretty awesome

He also has a degree in Old English Literature hahah

mrwynd · 1 year

Somewhere around 1987. My older sister started dating the Pastor's son. She gets pregnant, the Pastor's son won't talk to her, she tells Dad.

Dad calls the Pastor.

Pastor says my sister is a whore and it's not his son's child.

Dad says that can be cleared up with a paternity test.

Pastor says that won't happen.

Dad quote "He'll be in for the test by this weekend or I'll break your legs"

Pastor's son goes in for the test, he is the daddy, marries my sister, they're still married to this day. My parents found a new church.

NaviSaysListen · 1 year

One day, when my dad was about 17, he took his dog out for a walk. The neighbors across the street had this terrible, ugly, wolf-like dog chained out in their yard. Nobody knew why they still had the damn thing. It had attacked nearly every dog in the neighborhood and nothing was done about it, even with police getting involved.

It was an unfortunate day for my dad and his little dachshund. That wild dog went into a frenzy upon seeing them walk by and broke loose from his chain. He immediately seized the helpless wiener dog with his massive jaws and shook him to death. The aftermath was brutal, and all too much for my dad. He couldn't do anything to save his dog. The neighbors refused to put the dog down and nothing was done about it. It was treated as a freak accident.

The next day, that terrifying dog was found with an arrow straight through its head. It was murdered in the middle of the night. There was no evidence of who had killed it though many rumors spread around the neighborhood. The only people who owned and knew how to use a bow and arrow were my dad and a popular kid who lived a couple blocks down the street...

My dad tells that story and always leaves that cliff hanger. He retells it on occasion (it's a famous family story), and we ask, "So... you obviously did it didn't you?" My dad always replies with the same thing, "I didn't kill that dog," in a that kind of tone where you can tell he isn't telling the whole truth. My mom always pressures him to tell when the story is brought up. We all know he did it. His brother and sisters say they remember that event and always thought it was my dad, because he was the #1 marksman at their high school.

TL;DR: Hotdogs taste great with ketchup.

dolderer · 1 year

My dad goes into nuclear reactor containment buildings in a bubble suit.

Proof

cislum · 1 year

... He convinced a 102 year old to do shrooms with him.

stereotypicalasian38 · 1 year

My dad left Vietnam at the age of 17 on a modified river boat. He spent 10 days at sea, which included encounters with ocean police, pirates, and an instance where they docked somewhere (I can't remember which country), only for their boat to be dragged out to the middle of nowhere one night and left to drift. He then spent one year in a refugee camp, waiting for someone to sponsor him to come to the United States. He was sponsored by a family in Iowa (Iowa being a refugee state), and went to high school (again) and then college, where he got his master's degree. He now has a successful career, a happy family, and likes to golf four times a week. Not bad for a guy who came here with no money and no English.

My dad makes me believe in the American dream :D

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hokies2tartans · 1 year

My mom.

Bone_Chaos · 1 year

When I was a little girl, my Dad had to have Heart Surgery. I don't remember it at all actually... I was probably two or three.

Anyway, by the time I was six or seven he had brought me and my older brothers swimming and for the first time, and I noticed he had this massive scar that went around his body, kind of like a figure-eight.

I was concerned and asked him what happened? He told me he was camping one day, and was roasting hotdogs over a fire, when all of a sudden a bear came out of the woods and started to attack him.

He actually reenacted the whole event. The bear picked him up, threw him into a tree, then the bear dug his claws into his body which left the massive scar that almost covered his body. But then my Dad was able to pick himself back up, and kill the bear with his pitch fork.

To this day, regardless of what my Dad now tells me how he really got that scar... I still think he is the most badass dude, because he killed a bear with his pitch fork!

stumo · 1 year

Died bravely.

knarf_navillus · 1 year

My dad helped save a beached dolphin. I'll see if I can find the newspaper article.

Messiah · 1 year

Quit being a drunk, got his masters degree, made a good living, and then had a kid who followed in his partying young adulthood footsteps.

Megling1285 · 1 year

I don't know about badass per se but my father is a truly wonderful man.

He owns his own small buisness that has kind of a weird community cult following.When a big chain version of his type of store moved in down the street my father and his tiny buisness put the CHAIN out of buisness. Even while schooling them on buisness he remained the nicest guy I know. A super Wal-Mart is now moving in threatening to do him in but he has remained optimistic, and he also made it so that if the super wal-mart does him in the few loyal employees he has will not be left empty handed. He takes care of everyone

My father is incredibly generous and giving, he won $500,000 in the lottery and most of it he gave away to me, my siblings and the people he employs at his store. He also gave a ton to charity.

He met my mom when my half siblings were 2 and 4 after she had gotten out of a bad marriage, he adopted her kids and loved them as his own for their entire life, never ever treating them any differently. He treats their kids now just the same way. When I was a little girl who took me to fenway park on a weekly basis, and always took my brother to celtics games. He has beat an addicition and come out stronger than ever. He's my badass hero.

Shizzo · 1 year

Once, when I was about 10, my brother and sisters and I were getting into our Minivan at McDonalds. This was back during the time that the door to the back portion of the minivan was only on the passenger side.

So, here are four kids, aged 6, 6, 10, and 12 getting in a minivan, and the guy in the spot next to us had one of those huge monster trucks.

While we're all getting in, the guy fires up the truck and proceeds to back out of the tight spot next to our van. This truck is huge, and the big mud tires are moving like 2 feet beside our heads.

Without warning, my dad just punched the truck at about shoulder level, which turned out to be in the middle of the driver's side door to the truck.

After the guy backed out, he got out of his truck and inspected the huge fist-sized dent on his driver door. As soon as he looked at it, my dad said "Get back in your truck or I'll put another one on your face.

The guy said nothing and drove away.

[deleted] · 1 year

My father is an Intensive Care Nurse (was a doctor in home country), and one day there was a patient going into cardiac arrest all the CPR and defibrillators weren't working, so as a last resort he punched a 20 yr old patient in the chest, and that got his heart beating. I was watching all this on take your kid to work day....

pretty badass

otterpopheadache · 1 year

Dad quote: " Last time I was in Tijuana I kicked a pimp down the stairs at a whorehouse, it must have been 1960."

gregtron · 1 year

I have so many bizarre and amazing stories about my pops that it was hard to just pick a couple. He's freakishly strong, more curious than any child, dedicated to learning everything he possibly can, and tends to have near-death experiences at the rate of two per year.

My parents met and married at a young age. They generally say they married when they found out mom was preggo, but I've always felt like he just straight up knew he loved her after their three months together and said fuck it, let's do this life thing. He was and is an exceptionally intelligent man, but he quit college, went to basic training, came back when it was finished, and joined a construction trade. He worked hard for years, traveling all over the states to as a boilermaker. The work was hard, and I'm sure he missed us as much as we missed him, but he knew that was the best way to give us all the great things in life he never had. My father basically sacrificed any sort of normalcy or regular life he could've had in his 20's and 30's because he loved us, and that's the single greatest thing I think anyone could or will ever have the chance to do for me.

Also, he loves to blow things up. Also also, he's an extremely likable guy who can get his hands on damn near anything. Like dynamite. One time he buried several sticks of the good stuff because my brother were getting to the age where we were just going through everything and generally just being adventurous kids. A few years pass, and he's probably sitting in his recliner one morning when boredom strikes him and he thinks "Hey, I wonder what's up with that dynamite?"

So, of course, he digs it up - stat. He checks it out, and there's no crystallization on the outside, so it's not totally dangerous, but he's still not sure if it's stable enough to use for recreational purposes. Inspiration strikes. "I bet I can just throw it really hard, and if it blows up when it hits the ground, it's probably safe enough to do some seriously fun things today." So he draws back, and fucking chucks this dynamite as hard as he can, and drops on his back and covers his ears and closes his eyes. He feels something thump on his chest.

It was the fucking stick of dynamite. He'd thrown it hard enough to put himself out of harm's way, sure, but it hit a tree limb and bounced back and landed right on his chest.

Guinness · 1 year

A few years ago (5 maybe?) my dad received a call at work about a domestic dispute. He was the first to arrive on the scene and when he got there, the boyfriend and girlfriend were outside. The boyfriend had his girlfriend shoved up against a telephone pole beating her. When he showed up the boyfriend ran off. He chased him on foot and the guy pulled a gun on a woman in a truck and carjacked her. As he drove off he ran over the woman's leg. My dad checked on her and made sure she was ok before hopping back into his police truck to chase the guy. He ended up chasing him through town. The guy decided to go across the median and drive against the traffic on the other side of the road in an attempt to get away. It was at this point the suspect started shooting at my fathers vehicle while speeding through town. The guy lost control of the stolen truck and it flipped over a few times before coming to a stop. My dad pulled up next to him and hopped out of the car. Before he hopped out the other guy managed to pull a gun on him.

All my dad said was he fired two shots into the guys chest before he could realize what was going on. The guy died on the scene. He came home and I asked him if he was ok. He shrugged his shoulders and said "Meh, one more bad guy off of the street"

TL;DR: Bad guy beat up girlfriend, ran over a lady with her stolen truck, shot at my dad. Dad killed him.

Whizbang · 1 year

My dad flew F4s in Vietnam. (I'm not of a military bent and my dad only recently told these stories to me, so forgive me if I don't get all the terminology and details right.)

Once, when coming out of a dive, a worn retaining pin securing his canopy sheared and the canopy flew off. He finished his mission and returned to base in his new convertible.

Also, during missions, refueling planes would fly fixed holding patterns high in the air. When flying missions, fighter pilots have to watch their fuel and turn back when fuel reaches the halfway point.

For some reason, a member of his squadron wasn't able to turn around in time and ran out of fuel before reaching the refuel rendezvous. When the other plane's engines cut out, my dad was able to 'push' it back to the rendezvous point by resting the other fighter on the nose of his fighter and using his fighter's engines to provide the needed thrust.

Grizzly_Corey · 1 year

My Dad has engaged in many types of bad assery, but the one that sticks out at the top of my head is as follows. I was about 10 at the time playing with our dog on the front porch when a neighborhood pitbull ran up and started attacking our little mutt of a dog. My pops heard the screaming from indoors, came out side, proceeded to pick up the attacking dog by the scruff and tail and tossed the dog a good 15 feet into the road. I was in absolute awe that he so effortlessly sent a very pissed off dog on its way.

Midnight06 · 1 year

We had a house on the corner with a small hill that went up the sides of the yard. Sometimes people would come racing down the street and try to get their truck up and over the corner of our front yard. One night my dad woke up to someone trying, they didn't quite make it so they went back down the street to try again. My dad raced out there with a double bladed axe and hid in the bushes. When they tried it again, they got to the top of the small hill and my dad came flying out of the bushes, axe held high ready to plunge it into their hood. Needless to say they took off before that happened, but probably had to clean the stains from the seats.

otherself · 1 year

Our mailbox kept getting wrecked by dumb kids who would lean out of their car with a baseball bat. 6 times, at least. One night my dad saw them, hopped into his truck, (had my brother hop into the other car) and chased them down. We lived in the country, so most of the roads were of the unlit, back road, surrounded by woods and farms variety so it's already creepy enough without some crazed man in a pick up truck coming after your ass. Eventually my dad let them go since it was getting dangerous (60mph on really skinny 35mph roads) and our mailbox has not been fucked with since.

Unrelated but my brother has a picture on his phone with our dad standing shirtless in the kitchen with the .22 pointed out the window. He didn't know where the binoculars were I guess and was using the scope on the gun instead?

southamerican_man · 1 year

This will be at the fucking bottom of the page and no one will read it... but fuck it.

I live with my grandparents, so my "dad" is actually bordering 70 years of age. When I was 7 we were playing catch in the backyard and I threw a really awful ball so my grandpa dives to catch it; at this point I should point out that he is a medic of 50 years of practice and Zen like attitude, never seen him mad in my life; so he catches the ball but in the process fractures his hand in 2 places leaving his hand hanging.

Without saying a thing I stands up grabbing his broken hand and tells me to get some bandages, I couldn't move from the shock, so he got them himself and drove to the clinic.

Not exactly Rambo, but I love my old man for moments like that.

VigoTheCarpathian · 1 year

Go on a solo mission to hunt down Bin Laden.

Manwhooo · 1 year

My dad forbid my 16 year old sister from going on a road trip over the rocky mountains because all of the girls on the trip had only recently received their driver's license. She flipped out and they had an incredible fight. In the end, my father put a chair in front of her bedroom door, nailed her window shut and sat in the chair all night so that she couldn't sneak out. My sister's friends went on the trip without her and had a horrific car wreck in the mountains. One of the girls died and the other is now a vegetable.

I never questioned my dad after that.

Blindness · 1 year

I, at least, consider this badass.

When my mom got pregnant with me, my parents both decided that I would be born in the US (land of opportunity, ya know?). They didn't have much other than family in Mexico, and wanted better things for me.

Dad crossed the border illegally, making his way hundreds of miles into the country. He found work and lived on the streets whie he saved up. Eventually he upgraded to living in a car. During the time my uncle joined him.

Soon they had enough money for both families to rent and share a tiny house, and soon after my mom crosses the border, I was born.

My dad kept working absurd hours/jobs, so that I could have a normal childhood. He did this for years, saving up enough to fund my college education. He became a citizen during amnesty.

To repay, I've made sure that I've never let him down. I graduated first in my class, got into one of the top universities in the world, and my parents don't have to pay a penny out of their pockets. I thought my dad would be able to spend some of that college money that he'd saved up for me, but instead he put it all away for my sister's education.

tl;dr: My dad came to the country illegally, was homeless, and worked harder than anyone I know so I could have a good life.

lowfat_raisin · 1 year

My dad came out of the closet at 50 years old. It sucks that he spent so many years beating himself up and letting his "ashamed to be gay" demons torment him, but one day he was just like, "Fuck it. I don't care what people think of me, I can't live like this anymore." That was pretty bad ass.

clownprince_ · 1 year

Had a headache, went to hospital. Doctors told him he had a brain tumor and might not survive. He did. Totally badass.

epicgeek · 1 year

My dad has 3 masters degrees: computer programming, mathematics, music. He can play the piano, trumpet, sing at a professional level and conducts orchestras and choirs... in his spare time.

I've always thought that was pretty bad-ass.

temp9876 · 1 year

He adopted me.

Bear_Cavalry · 1 year

My father got a head football coaching job at a small 3A school south of Dallas and led the varsity team to the playoffs for the first time in 35 years his first year there. I was in the 6th grade at the time.

someotherguytyping · 1 year

We we're out camping, and there were wild horses around. The national park service policy is don't fuck with the horses, because they bite and kick and will generally become nasty and aggressive if you upset them. We went for a short hike and when we came back one of them had managed to knock over one of our coolers and had begun to eat our food. My dad immediately runs over and punches the horse in the face, which almost falls over from the force of the blow and BOLTS away.

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