"Waste not, want not", and so he ate the burnt toast. I didn't know that he didn't prefer it that way until I was twelve.
"I like it black", and so I made the coffee Cowboy Style. I learned to like it that way. I can barely drink weak coffee.
"To each his own", and I am confident in my differences from others. He never let me doubt myself or my preferences.
"Do unto others...", and I treat people the way I would hope to be treated. There is not a cruel bone in his body.
"Rub his nose in it", and I try to find another way. Someone told me recently that a puppy doesn't become fully aware of their bladder until they're twelve weeks old. I hope our puppy is advanced, so I don't have to resort to my father's teachings.
Just in this one case.