Ingenious man of my life.
When I was a child, I always thought my father was creative because he can draw. It's because he used to be a carpenter and did sketches of furnitures, which I was quite impressed. Until, I was always asking him to help me with my art work. And, he did it all the time! I was such a spoilt brat.
Another incident that made me really impressed with my own father was during my early adulthood. He dropped his key into the gap between the door of the lift by accident. Naturally, we tried to look very hard into it. Naturally, we thought it could not be retrieved anymore as the gap was too tiny for our hands and it's too deep. While my mum was nagging away, he walked to his truck and came back with two items. A string and a magnet. Simply, he tied the string around the magnet, lowered it into the gap and, in split seconds, the key was out sticking onto the magnet. Oh well... It's really simple, but I would have never thought of that, really.
Today, I am thankful for having my father. He is such an all rounder. He was our plumber, electrician, carpenter and home technical consultant. He is a knowledgeable man in this area.
Not only that. How often do we try to repair and fix destroyed or malfunction toys nowadays? Everything is just "a wallet away". The manufacturer even sell parts to replace non-working parts. Or even, sometimes, we were more than happy to throw or give them away because it means it takes up one less space. Or maybe, to many of us, we do not feel the pinch as the toy was not expensive and that we can always get a new one if it's spoiled.
But to my father, he prefers to work on these toys with his hands. Some were due to fallen parts, some were due to the mechanism. Once, a battery operated toy train of Lucas malfunctioned even after we replace it with new batteries. So we concluded it's spoiled, Lucas could still play with it though. My father took it home with him and returned with a working train again.
Another incident that made me really impressed with my own father was during my early adulthood. He dropped his key into the gap between the door of the lift by accident. Naturally, we tried to look very hard into it. Naturally, we thought it could not be retrieved anymore as the gap was too tiny for our hands and it's too deep. While my mum was nagging away, he walked to his truck and came back with two items. A string and a magnet. Simply, he tied the string around the magnet, lowered it into the gap and, in split seconds, the key was out sticking onto the magnet. Oh well... It's really simple, but I would have never thought of that, really.
Today, I am thankful for having my father. He is such an all rounder. He was our plumber, electrician, carpenter and home technical consultant. He is a knowledgeable man in this area.
Not only that. How often do we try to repair and fix destroyed or malfunction toys nowadays? Everything is just "a wallet away". The manufacturer even sell parts to replace non-working parts. Or even, sometimes, we were more than happy to throw or give them away because it means it takes up one less space. Or maybe, to many of us, we do not feel the pinch as the toy was not expensive and that we can always get a new one if it's spoiled.
But to my father, he prefers to work on these toys with his hands. Some were due to fallen parts, some were due to the mechanism. Once, a battery operated toy train of Lucas malfunctioned even after we replace it with new batteries. So we concluded it's spoiled, Lucas could still play with it though. My father took it home with him and returned with a working train again.
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| This cage looks perfect. And the bird chirps. Nobody will know that once the bird fell off from it's branch and stopped chirping even though we gave it new batteries. This costs only $2. We could have paid for another one. But my father insisted he will bring it back and see if it's still within repair. And, he brought it back to "life". Lucas is making the bird chirps again. |
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| This is my ingenious father. He is a man of few words. But his actions speak all. |
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