I started to associate his presence with the weirdest things possible; when my vehicle wouldn't start after multiple attempts, I would say a silent prayer to my dad, and my Hero Puch would purr into action (Of course, I didn't want to consider the possibility that the multiple attempts would have warmed up the engine and that, most obviously, was the reason); I would say a silent prayer to him during all my exams then onward and give him (HE still existed in my mind) the entire credit for my good scores; I lost my way back from a remote area I had been to once, and all the way back home, which took a good 2 hours, I "felt" I was being guided by him. I don't really believe in supernatural existence unless it is evil (Ugh, I know, but that's the way I feel) but all these were new experiences.
Now that I think of all these situations, I laugh to myself. How naive I was. Naive or not, I think the strong belief I had in him and his presence helped me sail through most of my teenage years and early 20s. I don't rely on him anymore (not always, anyway) though I wish I did. Maybe the presence of something so strong, such strong a belief or hope in something helps us wait for a better tomorrow.