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In 1997, in Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I stated, 'Your home is not an asset.' Real estate agents sent me hate mail.
No one in my family had ever been in politics. My dad thought it was something that got in the way.
My dad did everything he could. It was a start-up, and the banks didn't want to lend him enough money, so he mortgaged our house.
My dad started taking me to watch Leeds when I was about seven and I used to get a bit of stick for being the only Rhinos fan in Castleford.
I started school in public housing. My dad had a sixth-grade education.
I've always taken my love of children from my father. He was a children magnet. Suddenly, having my first child hit home what my dad went through.
My dad went to the Olympics, so he has that one over me. So if I go there, I'm pretty sure he has nothing to say anymore.
With my dad, when I was growing up I saw the amount of work that he put in.
My dad played in so many places, so I got to learn from so many other guys and they get to teach me.
I've been going to Bicester Village since I was young. My mum and dad really loved that place, and I always used to stock up on clothes. I love the fact that it supports great British designers.
Dad hails from the royal family of Tripura, Kooch Bihar and Baroda and is a great chef. Be it Nepalese, Italian, Lebanese, Chinese, Mughlai, Punjabi or Thai cuisine, he knows the nuances of them all.
After my parents' divorce when I was 4, I spent weekends with my dad before we finally moved to California. By the time Sunday rolled around, I was incapable of enjoying the day's activities, of being in the moment, because I was already dreading the inevitable goodbye of Sunday evening.
My dad wanted me to go down a more academic route. He is very much about sticking to the rule book and sticking to the blueprint of a successful career.
Dad entered the Second World War like any other man, trying to do the right thing.
On rare occasions, Dad used to reminisce about when he met Eisenhower and how Churchill would pop in, in the late hours of the evening or night, carrying a cigar, when he'd obviously had a good dinner.
It was the summer of 1968 or so, and Dad and my little brother were out camping. While up in the mountains, my brother was bitten by a rattlesnake. As they raced back to the base, my dad sucked out the venom and used his hands as a tourniquet and probably save his life, for it was a serious bite, and he was just a little kid.
After he retired, Dad worked at my uncle's boat company, a camp for kids, and eventually became County Commissioner for a term. He is known around town, works at the Food Pantry my mother helped start, and is a very serious member of Kiwanis.
Maybe part of being a dad means that the slightest little thing will make me tear up.
I fished with my dad and my mum was a great cook, although I didnt help out in the kitchen. It was similar with my three boys and my ex-wife Jill.
I'm a dad with six kids, and I'm trying to teach each of them a little bit of morality.
I learned so much football from my dad.
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