My dad is one of the hardest workers on Earth. As a kid, he was raised with the mentality they don't teach now-a-days. The workers mentality. Now me, I'm a big guy. Basically 6 feet tall, and can lift easily a hundred pounds. Keep in mind, I'm only sixteen years old. My dad? Not at all the same story. After he finally reached his full height, around his mid twenty's, he got to be around 5' 10". And never did he weigh any more than he could lift... ie: He's pretty skinny.At a young age, my father worked at the family car lot and at at his father's gas station. After he graduated from high school at the age of eighteen, he was drafted into Vietnam. Luckily enough, he never actually served -- but was sent home with high praise from his country's armed forces. After he got back home, back to the...