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A childhood belief about family

(Hero -- father)
When my dad was a child, he worked on farms for pocket money. He would snare pesky gophers, dig holes for fence posts, and do some harvesting. One time, he told me, a man's arm got caught and sucked up into the horrible cutting blades of the hay bailer. My dad, thinking quick, and acting quicker, grabbed a nearby axe and severed the man's arm off at the elbow joint before the machine could pull him all the way in. When I repeated this story to him twenty years later, he said it wasn't him and I must have read it in a Stephen King book or something.
I checked with my brother, and my brother told me that our dad told him that one time he was helicoptered to the top of Mt. Everest so that he could ski down.
Hmmm.
Irregardless, we both decided, with children having less and less role models these days, our father would still be our number one life-saver/ thrilll-seeker hero.

— Simon

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