When I got a very very deceased junkyard Bel Air running again on my own. My boss was out of town. I was alone. I had been wrangling with it for HOURS in the summer heat, and I finally called my dad out of frustration. He was off work that day and dropped by. He walked in and thumped the distributor a little. The car started. "You did it, honey!" he said. "See? You didn't need me! Just one degree off 10 BTDC. You were already there."
He was SO proud of me. That was the best feeling in the whole world. To make my dad proud was really huge. He rarely gushes, you know? But he took me to lunch and kept patting me and praising me, like he really was proud. Great day for me.