There are many people coming in and out of my life. Whether this person be a friend, boyfriend, or even people in my classes. However through the constant changes of the people in my life there has always been a steady constant. A person who has always been there whether it be from the moment I was born or as I'm sitting on my couch writing this very paragraph. Someone who in fact has not only given advice, but helped with situations far beyond my years. The person I admire is my father, and even though we are thousands of miles away from each other, he has always been right by my side helping me think through every decision. He is inspiring and teaches me a lot of what the world can give to me if I know how to look for it. My father who was named Bret about fifty-two years ago is about six feet tall and has a graying mustache. He has dark brown hair, short of course, much like mine. My father is a baker and always came home smelling like donuts or cookie dough. His eyes are almost as blue as the sky itself and his smile will make anyone laugh with joy and love.
Bret, my father, did not graduate college. But in all reality, this day in age that does not even matter anymore. He has gone so far in life and I believe this is because of all the hardship he has gone through in his life and even though the rough patches has brought him down in life from time to time, he always had a smile on and said that he will try again and again. He taught me that life will get rough and when you are at your worst, life will test you until you fight back and realize that it will all get better. He said "Time to get back up and try again." And I truly believe that is why, even as a baker in a Publix grocery store, that my dad is truly happy what he is doing. Happy because he knows that's what he loves doing, and that's all that matters. My father is tough and I've never seen him give