I was 8 years old. My mom had taken a part time job at a book store a couple days a week. My dad worked nights so the 2 of us were home during the day by ourselves.
One afternoon, the sirens went off indicating a Tornado. I knew the drill.
My dad, did not.
I started to head downstairs and asked him to help me bring my stuffed animals with me. He did and then proceeded to head back upstairs.
I could hear the hard rain and heavy winds and I was worried about my dad. Quickly I ran upstairs to retrieve him.
I found him in the kitchen.
What was he doing?
He was standing with his hands pressed up against our brand new solid wood kitchen door that he installed a week earlier.
Me: Dad, what are you doing?
Dad: I am holding up the door. I am not going to let the wind knock it down. We put a lot of money into this door. Go back downstairs.
Even at my young age I knew this was wrong, so I called my mom at work and told her what was going on.
Mom: Put Jim on the phone NOW!
I ended up fleeing for safety and he remained upstairs. He did eventually come downstairs and asked if I wanted to go outside and look at all of the damage in the neighborhood.
What do you think I did?
I called my mom at work and asked her if it was okay. I wasn’t about to trust the judgment of a guy who was standing holding up a door in the middle of a tornado.
By now, you all know how much I love my dad. My favorite question to ask him is:
“Dad, what were you thinking? So the rest of the house is going to be blown to bits, but darn it all, if the door isn’t going to get knocked down?”
He shakes his head and laughs and says that it seemed like a good idea at the time! He admits, it wasn’t one of his brighter ideas…
By the way, the tornado did hit 2 blocks away, but I wouldn’t leave the yard and go look, until mom got home from work.