Is your father your hero?

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I'll be 20 in November. I'm the youngest of two girls. And yea, that's right... I'm a daddy's girl. When I was little, I was always in the garage. My dad has always had a bike, a Harley, and we were always doing something to it. If not the bike, then one of the cars. I was daddy's little grease monkey. :-) After my parents' divorce, I was still daddy's little girl... Then I got "too old" for my dad. I spent a lot of my preteen, and teenage years, blowing off my dad. It haunts me to this day. I know that it's just a stage of growing up, but looking back now... I feel so guilty. When I was little, my dad knew everything about everything... When I hit my teenage years, my dad knew nothing... Now... I'm nearly 20... And I can honestly tell you, one of the biggest things I've learned in 20 years is... My daddy, is Superman. There's nothing my dad can't do. He survived a harsh childhood. He survived a horrible divorce. He survived raising two girls [and little girls are the devil... so that's an accomplishment there. :-)] He's never let us know when money was tight. He never graduated high school; and he's a mechanical engineer making lower to mid 80 grand a year. He's strong enough to cry when it matters. He's strong enough not to cry, when he knows we need him not to. He'd give the shirt off his back and the food from his plate to make damn sure, my sister and I always have enough. I could dedicate the rest of my life to attempting to repay him for all he's done. But I'd never make a dent in my debt to him. My father is my hero... My father is Superman. But even Superman has a weakness... So you can call me, Kryptonite.