My biological father wasn't much to brag about. In fact, he wasn't much of a father. He was no role model and if anything, served as a example of how not to live your life. He left when I was younger (or kicked out, depending on who you ask), and instead of being in my life, decided to focus on himself.
Lucky for me, I had a step father who stepped up, adopted me, and raised me to be the man I am today. He was hard on me when he needed to be, instilled positive values, and taught me how to work hard, and go after what I want. While I may not of agreed with everything he did, I'm happy he was there for me when I needed him to most, and was willing to show me the right path, but expected me to open the door to that path. He did his best to lead by example, and everyday I wake up and remember the countless times he was there for me.