My Dad is one of the hardest working people I know. When I was younger, I used to stay up so late playing video games that I would still be awake when my Dad was getting up for work—at 3 a.m. (Sorry Mom and Dad!) The value of hard work is something my Dad had to learn. As a young man, he got involved with the wrong crowd. Instead of working hard for what he wanted, he turned to a life of crime. Coming from a broken family in a difficult neighborhood, he didn't have many positive role models. In a sense, all he knew was a life where crime was necessary for survival. Of course, none of this...