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Since I was little I always tried to be the best: the best grades, the best free throw, the best daughter. In some I succeeded (I have decent grades) in some I did not (lets just say I'm not particularly athletically blessed), but through all of it I had an excellent father who always encouraged me on. He continually rewarded my success with praise and rewards. All I wanted to be was the best for him. I wanted, and still want, his approval, as any daughter wants from her father. Even when I failed (literally I failed an upper division math class) he was still there with encouragement and kindness and knew that I could over come it. He reassured me that it was alright to fail. "It's part of life" he claims. And he is right, and I did overcome it, because of God and the great people He put around me, like my father.