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Imma a little late on this but I figured we could all share a family story for this week. I love hearing about families and what they mean to people. I am extremely close with my fam and hung out with this weekend so this was my idea for our thread this week. It can be funny, touching, or even just a tradition you guys have.

My favorite family story isn’t that big of a deal, but my brothers (they are twins) were playing in their high school conference championship game. My sister had won the chip and was MVP of the tourney earlier that night. It was a close game in the 4th and they were up 4 with like a 1:30 to go.

My brother JT (the younger twin and the starting PF) got a rebound and instead of giving it to his older brother and 3 year starting PG Ike went coast to coast through four defenders and got an and-1. Ike, irate that JT went coast to coast on such a risky play, comes up to him with JT (who is 6’3) going to the FT line and says “what are you doing?!?!” And (not hard mind you but enough to clearly see contact) my 5’10 brother slaps him right in the face. JT starts dying laughing and laughs the entire time he’s on the FT line and hits it. They won the game and we got to celebrate three of my siblings winning the conference title. It was so much fun.
 
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zjcvols said:
Imma a little late on this but I figured we could all share a family story for this week. I love hearing about families and what they mean to people. I am extremely close with my fam and hung out with this weekend so this was my idea for our thread this week. It can be funny, touching, or even just a tradition you guys have.

My favorite family story isn’t that big of a deal, but my brothers (they are twins) were playing in their high school conference championship game. My sister had won the chip and was MVP of the tourney earlier that night. It was a close game in the 4th and they were up 4 with like a 1:30 to go.

My brother JT (the younger twin and the starting PF) got a rebound and instead of giving it to his older brother and 3 year starting PG Ike went coast to coast through four defenders and got an and-1. Ike, irate that JT went coast to coast on such a risky play, comes up to him with JT (who is 6’3) going to the FT line and says “what are you doing?!?!” And (not hard mind you but enough to clearly see contact) my 5’10 brother slaps him right in the face. JT starts dying laughing and laughs the entire time he’s on the FT line and hits it. They won the game and we got to celebrate three of my siblings winning the conference title. It was so much fun.
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My older brother shot me with a bb gun one time.
 
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My dad was a coal miner until he got hurt and the comp Dr wouldn't release him to go back. He had first hurt his back like 10 years prior. During the first injury they had a cave in where he worked. Unfortunately the guy running my dad's machine while he was on lite duty was one of several killed. The main office just knew that the guy running the machine was one of the people killed, and made the call to my house to inform us. We had already heard about it, and this was before cell phones, so we hadn't heard anything from my dad. I answered the phone, and when the guy said he was from the mine my heart dropped. My mom started crying, my sister, and I just got angry. Mom got on the phone to receive the news, and we spent the next couple of hours crying, and trying to accept it. People were coming to our house, and I was locked in my room without words. In all the mess nobody noticed another vehicle pull in, and my dad walked in the door. I heard my mom screaming, so I ran out to see her with her arms wrapped around him. We just stood there for probably 10 minutes hugging and crying, and it was the most relieving feeling I had ever felt. I still had my dad after thinking he was gone, I'll never forget that moment.
 
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joevol33 said:
My dad was a coal miner until he got hurt and the comp Dr wouldn't release him to go back. He had first hurt his back like 10 years prior. During the first injury they had a cave in where he worked. Unfortunately the guy running my dad's machine while he was on lite duty was one of several killed. The main office just knew that the guy running the machine was one of the people killed, and made the call to my house to inform us. We had already heard about it, and this was before cell phones, so we hadn't heard anything from my dad. I answered the phone, and when the guy said he was from the mine my heart dropped. My mom started crying, my sister, and I just got angry. Mom got on the phone to receive the news, and we spent the next couple of hours crying, and trying to accept it. People were coming to our house, and I was locked in my room without words. In all the mess nobody noticed another vehicle pull in, and my dad walked in the door. I heard my mom screaming, so I ran out to see her with her arms wrapped around him. We just stood there for probably 10 minutes hugging and crying, and it was the most relieving feeling I had ever felt. I still had my dad after thinking he was gone, I'll never forget that moment.
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Whoa. That’s a hell of a tale, Joe.
 
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When my grandparents passed, we were dividing up the things we wanted to keep. They literally had over 100 grandchildren and great grandchildren by the time my Grandma passed, and almost everybody wanted one of the two garden gnomes they had. We were all obsessed with them growing up, but my sister is especially nuts about them. She does weird watercolor art with fantasy creatures and mushrooms and stuff. She's pretty talented. She's had her art featured on Extreme Home Makeover.

Anyway, we got to pick our keepsake based on age, starting with the oldest. My sister had no chance at a gnome because of her age. One of my oldest cousins picked a gnome and gave it to my sister who flipped out. Not a dry eye in the place. You always hear about this sort of thing driving family apart, but there is something special about our bond as cousins in this gigantic family that is scattered all over the country.
 
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joevol33 said:
My dad was a coal miner until he got hurt and the comp Dr wouldn't release him to go back. He had first hurt his back like 10 years prior. During the first injury they had a cave in where he worked. Unfortunately the guy running my dad's machine while he was on lite duty was one of several killed. The main office just knew that the guy running the machine was one of the people killed, and made the call to my house to inform us. We had already heard about it, and this was before cell phones, so we hadn't heard anything from my dad. I answered the phone, and when the guy said he was from the mine my heart dropped. My mom started crying, my sister, and I just got angry. Mom got on the phone to receive the news, and we spent the next couple of hours crying, and trying to accept it. People were coming to our house, and I was locked in my room without words. In all the mess nobody noticed another vehicle pull in, and my dad walked in the door. I heard my mom screaming, so I ran out to see her with her arms wrapped around him. We just stood there for probably 10 minutes hugging and crying, and it was the most relieving feeling I had ever felt. I still had my dad after thinking he was gone, I'll never forget that moment.
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Dang.
 
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Several years ago my grandfather was given a couple days to live shortly before Christmas. They called in his kids, his health was slipping fast. As the kids gathered they prayed over him. One of the 8 kids wasnt able to get there until much later than everyone else. When the last joined, my grandfather started praying with them even though he was unconscious.

He got better a couple days later, after the time they had originally given him. They let him out of the hospital and we got to have Christmas with him again at his house. My grandmother had already passed away. We do a big gathering 60+ people in the living room and kitchen area. And he takes part in the wrapping paper fight we always have. Given a couple days to live and he was able to play with his great grandkids for Christmas.

He died in May of that year. He asked that they not pray over him that time so he could go see his wife.
 
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My dad, who was the most racist, bigoted person I ever met, is buried about 100 feet from one of the housing projects in my home town. That particular project is almost entirely black. My sister and I were laughing hysterically at that little nugget of irony at the burial.
 
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n_huffhines said:
When my grandparents passed, we were dividing up the things we wanted to keep. They literally had over 100 grandchildren and great grandchildren by the time my Grandma passed, and almost everybody wanted one of the two garden gnomes they had. We were all obsessed with them growing up, but my sister is especially nuts about them. She does weird watercolor art with fantasy creatures and mushrooms and stuff. She's pretty talented. She's had her art featured on Extreme Home Makeover.

Anyway, we got to pick our keepsake based on age, starting with the oldest. My sister had no chance at a gnome because of her age. One of my oldest cousins picked a gnome and gave it to my sister who flipped out. Not a dry eye in the place. You always hear about this sort of thing driving family apart, but there is something special about our bond as cousins in this gigantic family that is scattered all over the country.
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Now this I like. A lot.

Great story.
 
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In 1943, my Grandma had 4 sons and a son in law in the military and was not a happy camper. Normally a bright and cheerful person, Grandpa said the fear and worry had just about taken her over. Then one day she came home and announced that she and God had struck a deal and all of her boys would be coming home.....and from that point on she returned to her normal happy self. It was never understood as to what the deal was but despite 35 B-17 missions over occupied Europe, two broken ankles on the last practice jump before the 82nd Airborne went to Normandy, hand to hand combat in the Philippines (although that one carried Japanese shrapnel for the rest of his life), driving a DUKW on June 6 at Omaha beach, or flying C-47s all over the Pacific; they all came home.

Maybe not so special in that many families had multiple sons at risk in WWII but she was in Virginia and not that far from Bedford where almost every military aged man died at Normandy. It was a huge example of faith.
 
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Plano Vol said:
In 1943, my Grandma had 4 sons and a son in law in the military and was not a happy camper. Normally a bright and cheerful person, Grandpa said the fear and worry had just about taken her over. Then one day she came home and announced that she and God had struck a deal and all of her boys would be coming home.....and from that point on she returned to her normal happy self. It was never understood as to what the deal was but despite 35 B-17 missions over occupied Europe, two broken ankles on the last practice jump before the 82nd Airborne went to Normandy, hand to hand combat in the Philippines (although that one carried Japanese shrapnel for the rest of his life), driving a DUKW on June 6 at Omaha beach, or flying C-47s all over the Pacific; they all came home.

Maybe not so special in that many families had multiple sons at risk in WWII but she was in Virginia and not that far from Bedford where almost every military aged man died at Normandy. It was a huge example of faith.
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That's awesome. She ever tell anyone what her end of the deal was?

Edit: Oops, I see where I blew right past "It was never understood as to what the deal was". Sorry.
 
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My younger brother was being a total jerk to me, so I told him to F%^* off, he got angry, started chasing me through the house and ran right through the glass storm door. He had to get stitches. I laughed. 🤷🏻‍♀️
We’re best friends now.
 
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n_huffhines said:
When my grandparents passed, we were dividing up the things we wanted to keep. They literally had over 100 grandchildren and great grandchildren by the time my Grandma passed, and almost everybody wanted one of the two garden gnomes they had. We were all obsessed with them growing up, but my sister is especially nuts about them. She does weird watercolor art with fantasy creatures and mushrooms and stuff. She's pretty talented. She's had her art featured on Extreme Home Makeover.

Anyway, we got to pick our keepsake based on age, starting with the oldest. My sister had no chance at a gnome because of her age. One of my oldest cousins picked a gnome and gave it to my sister who flipped out. Not a dry eye in the place. You always hear about this sort of thing driving family apart, but there is something special about our bond as cousins in this gigantic family that is scattered all over the country.
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Omg I have tears in my eyes.
 
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mr.checkerboards said:
There was one time my older sister slammed my head into a door because she thought it would be funny. (Thats what she told our parents)
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Oh man I have these type of stories for days.

Sister stabbed me, mom only asked if i got blood on the carpet.

Sister hit me in the head with a big branch. Got told to watch where i was going.

Sister shot me with a bottle rocket, and then a Roman candle, she only got in trouble for aiming near the house.

Sisters would throw the cat at me, which reacted by having its claws out, if I had my back turned. Got cut up pretty bad a couple times, sisters only got in trouble for throwing the cat, not for throwing at me though.

I was the oldest only boy, but I was smaller than my two sisters, and I was always told to accept it because I was a boy/the oldest. "You should know better"
 
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LouderVol said:
Oh man I have these type of stories for days.

Sister stabbed me, mom only asked if i got blood on the carpet.

Sister hit me in the head with a big branch. Got told to watch where i was going.

Sister shot me with a bottle rocket, and then a Roman candle, she only got in trouble for aiming near the house.

Sisters would throw the cat at me, which reacted by having its claws out, if I had my back turned. Got cut up pretty bad a couple times, sisters only got in trouble for throwing the cat, not for throwing at me though.

I was the oldest only boy, but I was smaller than my two sisters, and I was always told to accept it because I was a boy/the oldest. "You should know better"
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And they probably didn't like you.
 
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LouderVol said:
Who? My sisters didnt like me until I left and they had to do all of the chores. Parents loved me but they didnt treat me like the favorite.
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Same here. My sister was the golden child who could do no wrong, however if I even thought about doing something I shouldn't have I was in trouble. They like to tell me it was because I had more potential so they were harder on me
 
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The original trilogy was filmed in my home town. I have memories of being behind the cameras during the scene in the second movie where they beat the crap out of his car.
 
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