My dad's passion was to teach adults to read so they could read to their kids.

My dad and I played music. He teaches me a song or two every time I'm home.

When I was 7 my dad asked his friend to teach me. I played my first tournament competition when I was 8. I remember I shot around 125.

I think it's easiest to teach by example. My dad didn't tell us to work hard we just saw how hard he worked. I know I have shortcomings - like a short fuse - but I've learned you can't come home from a long day of work and snap at the kids.

My humanitarian work evolved from being with my family. My mom my dad they really set a great example for giving back. My mom was a nurse my dad was a school teacher. But my mom did a lot of things for geriatrics and elderly people. She would do home visits for free.

When I was in nursery school the teachers asked me y'know 'What does your dad do for a living?' So I said 'He helps women get pregnant!' They called my mom and they were like 'What exactly does your husband do?'

Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately he didn't teach me everything he knows.

When a father absent during the day returns home at six his children receive only his temperament not his teaching.

My father was my teacher. But most importantly he was a great dad.

I'm still shy - I'm no good at my children's parent-teacher conferences and I'm slowly learning how to ask for what I want. But I now know that I have a reserve of courage to draw upon when I really need it. There's nothing that I'm too scared to have a go at.