I could start with asking why it has to be a man who positively impacted your life, but since in my case it is, I guess it’s academic…
I would have to pick my father.
My father for whom nothing my mother or I did was ever good enough.
My father who caused a rift between me and my uncle that lasted a solid two years.
My father who ditched me and my mom for another woman, and then in turn ditched her for yet another years later because she had more money.
My father who ghosted several close business associates and left them hanging, multiple questions unanswered.
My father who told everyone that would listen how I never called him and wouldn’t let him be part of my life.
My father who owed my uncle a large sum of money and never paid him back one red cent. And then proceeded to badmouth him to everyone in town.
My father who laid eyes on his first and only granddaughter one single, solitary time.
I have carried a lot of emotional baggage around with me most of my life thanks to my father. Some of the scars are just now starting to heal.
But the one thing my father did was show me exactly the kind of man and dad I never wanted to be.
And for that alone he has my sincerest thanks.
The Beginning At Last 
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