My Father

My Father

The first and most important Hero in my life is my dad. My father grew up in a single parent home (his mother passed away when he was 12) on the boarder of Harlem and Washington Heights in New York city. Harlem is known as a one of the roughest areas in New York City, and the path he traveled to get to where he is today is one I can never dreamed of enduring.

My dad, through scholarships and loans, was able to pay his own way through college and law school. He moved to Florida, worked hard, and supported my family so that my siblings and I could enjoy opportunities my parents never had when they were younger.

The fact my dad went from a single parent home in Harlem New York to having the ability to pay for all my siblings and I to attend Catholic High School and prestigious colleges is something that I can never hope to thank him enough for. Not only has he provided for my education, but he has also taught me many things. He helped me with math homework, showed me how to shoot a jump shot, catch a football, play team sports, and use my common sense. Although I can never be totally perfect when it comes to my jump shot or my common sense, I know that I have some one who I can look to for guidance about either of these important matters or other life skills in general. These are just a few of the many reasons why my dad is my hero. 

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