My role model, growing up, was my dad.
He was an amazing father, who never stopped listening to me. If I needed someone to talk to, he was there. No problem was too small for him. He was never afraid to show his emotional side, and I remember him saying ”If you cry at something, it shows you have a heart.”
He worked hard all his life, and my work ethic is the same as his. You never get anywhere without working for it. Nothing is handed to you, unless you are born into a rich family, where money isn’t always a worry.
He fought in the second world war, and was a paratrooper. He risked his life to save others, even though he wasn’t naturally a violent man. He was kind, caring and I miss him.
I was seventeen when he passed, and my regret is that he never got to see my children. I always vowed that when I had a son, his name would be Jack. I see the same caring attitude in my son, as my dad had all those years ago.