There might have been a time or two when Dad was shy a hand, needed to borrow mine as he held whatever and a punch, chisel, or whatever and I missed with the hammer, but not his hand.
Lots of Dad's are and were remarkable people. Bless their souls. Then again, Dad died when I was 10, and then Mom never quit trying to be one of the best dads I ever had to this very day, and I've made her cry a time or two over the years. There oughta be a Merle Haggard song there or so.