So far in my life there are only few men in my life that I can truly love, trust and count on. One of those men is my Dad. My dad is the strangest person I know, but is also one of the best people I know. There are times where I don't understand him or he doesn't understand me but he still tries to. He talks to me when something is bothering him, but also doesn't tell me things to protect me. Most of all he is always there for me no matter what. For that I give my Dad infinite thanks.
After my morning class, I felt some light cramps in my stomach and back. But once I got to my car, the cramps became more intense and very painful... (This happens to me most of the time, I'm usually prepared but I was caught off guard this time.) As I was driving, I kept telling myself that I could make it home, but at a certain point the pain made me dizzy and I felt like I was going to pass out. I pulled over, and decided to rest out the pain until it became tolerable. I laid in my car with a spare jacket over my stomach hoping the warmth would give some relief. About 15 minutes passed and the pain just got worse like it always does, the seats of my car curve to match a seated body so laying there wasn't helping much.
I called my dad, asking him to pick me up and from that he only asked where I was. I guess he could hear the agony in my voice even though I tried not making it seem like such a big deal. After that he found me in about 10 minutes and took me home.
I am grateful for my Dad being there for me. He's only seen me like this once before, because usually I'm prepared for it, but my body decided to leave me with no signs to prepare for. If I didn't have my dad to count on, I probably would still been in my car waiting it out.
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