Amazing Dad: Paul Antico

wow... a huge thanks for this man and this article, I'm the grandmother of a 3 year old with severe tree nut allergies...this is a really great help!

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Food allergies can be very scary especially when you don't know about it until it happens! Http://www.allergyreliefsecrets.info

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I can sympathize from my 25 years of having allergies to wheat, milk, citrus, onions, garlic, and a bunch of other foods. There is an acupressure technique that can eliminate allergic reactions. Google "NAET" and you can find doctors that use this technique, so you won't have to obsess over diet, or other factors any more!

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This is a wonderful story.

On this Father's Day I am thinking about the children of our fallen troops; those little children whose dad's have been lost in battle.

There are two young men, biking across our great nation to raise funds in order to deliver bicycles to these children this Christmas.

I found them at: www.bikefree.org

We American's have the largest hearts of any people in the world.

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Hmmm. What did my dad give me? First, let me give you a little background here. When my brother and I were teenagers, we weren't angels. (Praise be, we weren't devils, either!) Rather than talk about my brother's troubles, let me say that my mother was his champion. She made numerous trips to the principal's offices, was on a first name basis with the juvenile judge (even calling him by his first name and calling him at home) and she was in tight with the police... when it came to my brother. Whatever it took, my mother did it to bail my brother out. Hell, I remember once Officer Paul Poindexter was getting ready to bust a little pot party, and he let my mother go in and bring my brother out BEFORE he busted everybody else!

And then there was me. I didn't get into big trouble too often, but when I did, my mother immediately washed her hands of it and called my father to deal with me. I don't recall my mother once ever calling our father when my brother was in trouble, so that made it seem like it was something especially bad, a punishment reserved just for me. I'm not sure what she thought he would do. Hell, she didn't care, it wasn't her problem. And this is where my memories of my father still comfort me.

When my father was sicced on me, knowing the kind of man he was then and his opinion of me, you would expect the worst. But when I was in trouble my father always came to me. Not once did he ever raise his hand to me, not once did he ever raise his voice at me. He talked to me in his awkward "I'm not cut out to be a parent" way of talking, and he was as gentle as a lamb. I'll never have the chance to tell him how grateful I was that not only did he NOT kick me when I was down, he tried to daddy-up.

I have never told anyone this, and nobody who knew my father in those days would have ever believed it. It's true, our time together then was rare, and fractured to say the least. But yes, when everyone else gave up on me, he wouldn't. Go figure....

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my dad died in december 2003. he was the best dad anyone could ask for.at his funeral mass people were asked if they would like to say anything about him. my sister had written an essay about him as a young man told to her by my mom..friends of his whom hadn't seen him in years told stories that even i didn't know or heard before like when he was young and moved to the bronx from toledo, ohio that he was fast as a gazelle in the outfield playing for the church in a nyc league. my wife said that if there was a book for father-in-laws she would have picked him anyway. finally my turn came and having nothing prepared i blurted out that every person who met my dad instantly liked him, even if he didn't care for them. then i told about a month or so before his death i asked him in intense care if he was getting scared, he said yeah a little. now my das was mad at God for some reason and stopped going to church for quite a few years. i told him that a person who was a good man had no reason to go to hell because he was mad at God and asked if he wanted to see a priest? he said yes he would and i called our old pastor who had been transferred to a near by parish he came and talked alone to dad then called us all in the pray the Lord's prayer holding hands which wasn't easyin the small room in icu but we managed.when all was done my brothers and sister were in the room and dad asked me if i wanted to know why he was mad and immediantly i said no i don't want to know. as we were leaving ,in the lobby my stupid assed younger brother said he wanted to know why and i should have said yes i want to know which resulted in an icy stare from me. anyway the crux of this true tale is i consider getting him to mend fences with God is the best thing i ever did for him; hell it's the best thing i ever did in my life

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Wow he does sound like a dad on a mission! I think that is what happens to all of us when we are put in this situation. Many people ask me "how did your family do it" when our son had such bad eczema and food intolerances - I honestly don't know but you do it because you have to and you just get through it for the safety of your child. Our son has had a hard time with his skin but thankfully his little chewable probiotic has helped so so so much and he can even eat more foods now! It has been amazing - but he does still have severe food allergies and we avoid those for sure. I will have to check out Paul's site as eating out is such a challenge! Thanks for sharing this :)

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my peanut allergy was discovered befoe i was five and thank goodness i had just a mild reaction. when i was eight or nine i had a tiny piece of peanut iceing and instead of having anophalactick reaction i had a series o heart attacks!!! due to being very cautious i have had only two incidents that required e r visits. i think there should be a federal law that any resturant serving any nuts should have a warning at their entrance and on their menues. any law makers listening in?

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