When I was 15-years-old, I backed up my mom's car into a wall. My dad didn't yell – in fact, he told me to practice reversing the same car–broken taillight and all–into the garage on that same day, until I perfected it. After that, I somehow managed to total two (different) cars – and he still never yelled, always said that he was glad I was alright.

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