My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think Dad didn't really treat us like children; he treated us more like little adults. We were good kids.
My dad's era believed that there was something noble in being a good guy - the kind of guy that lived straight and narrow, told the truth, and stood up for what he believed was right.
I would consider my dad a pretty patient guy, but there was no tolerance for spoiled behavior.
My dad, being a businessman, constantly talked to me about carrying myself in a certain way and treating people with respect. And I think that's something that's carried over throughout my life. It's how I deal with certain situations.
My dad was a great dad.
My father died when I was nine, but I came from a stable family environment, which I think does contribute to being well-behaved.
Until late in life, I was never quite good enough for my father, and I suppose that is part of what drives me even now, well after his death in 1992.
My dad was good with actions.
My father was a mean, controlling and manipulative person for most of his life. He was unpredictable and unstable.
My father was absolutely no good.