I remember being around 8 or 10 years old and we were in the attic and my father was doing some electrical work there in a house we were renting. All of a sudden a hornet got under my t-shirt and started stinging me. My reaction as a child was to try to get away from the hornet so I was going to run right out of the attic door which would have likely broken both my legs. So, my father grabbed the hornet stinging me again, again and again with his bare hands through my t-shirt and wouldn't let go while I was screaming in pain from about 20 bites from the hornet on my chest.
Another time I stepped out in front of a bus I didn't see on a busy street and again he grabbed my shirt and the bus missed me by just a few inches when he did this.
So, it was good to have a father like this who was very coordinated and aware or I might not have lived very long.
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