Just this week the Dad in our household was called from a sound sleep during the early hours of the morning to drive to another city in order to take our youngest offspring to the hospital. He was half asleep when the phone call informing us of our daughter's distress came through. He had no idea what she and I discussed. He spent the day with her sorting through doctors, healthcare coverage, emergency room procedures, a trip to the pharmacy and settling her at home again with some heavy duty medication to combat an infection. I'm guessing that he probably would have rather spent the day as planned, mowing the lawn, working on his boat or sprucing up the fire truck he was slated to drive in the county firemen's parade over the weekend.
Dads are like that.
They go along doing the stuff that has to be done, but in a pinch, it's nice to count on that extra effort. This daughter was registered to start an intensive nursing course at the community college. Days before classes she contracted a serious illness which would keep her bedridden for at least a week. The college would not excuse her absence, but would accept a proxy. Dad volunteered to attend the first class, pick up her textbooks and coach her on the material she had missed.