Here’s the thing: my dad was always there for me; in a pinch, you would’ve wanted him in your corner. I think if I relay a handful of incidents where he ‘saved’ me in one way or another, you’ll see what I mean.
A tale of anxiety run rampant: such was my lot about 20 years ago; luckily, as this fictionalized account implies, it eventually ran its course entirely. (Okay, almost entirely. I still prefer to avoid scarily high bridges.)