My dad is my hero. He has always been the calming presence in my life, always the one that would listen and give solid advice, always the one sitting in the front row and cheering me on. He is the type of person that stops and helps people in wheelchairs when they are getting off rides at Disneyland, rides that involve water where you may or may not drop your sunglasses out of your pocket into the water and never get them back while helping these people. My dad does not care about his sunglasses.
My dad is the one that paid for my religious private high school. He put me through college. He supported my decision to change schools and change majors (twice). He is the one that encouraged me to travel to Europe on study-abroad programs.
He has helped me all along the way with big things and small, money and time.