Now these are some enlightened thoughts @Adam
My dad came of age at the tail end of the hippie generation, and even though he never did drugs and never "allowed" me to do them, he still raised me with this idea that reason, logic and humor were better than violence (cos my Dad got his AEYSSSS WHUUUPED as a kid by broke and often alcoholic parents)

And even though he had to sometimes withhold his imminent desire to smack my rebelious teen-age pimpley face and show me who was boss and intimate respect and gratitude in me at the point of contact, he never did. He never hit me, and to the extent that he did scowl me, he at least had the conscience to apologize to me when he realized he'd been excessively dominating.

It was by no means an easy 4-5 years of teenage upbringing, but me and my dad has so much laughter and bonding together when I was smaller than now that I'm out of the house and am my own man, we have the best of relationships. And that's a sharp contrast to the relationship he had with his dad. He always hated the old git, whereas I'll always love my dad and be grateful for everything he did for me. (There was a lot of personal sacrifice that was made out of love involved, like a lot of baby boomers who wanted to do better for their kids than their parents did for them)

All in all, I think he would highly highly rate this point, as do I.

Thanks for sharing bro xx