As I grew up, my dad always taught me that if I saw someone getting turned a blind eye, I should help them. I often watched how he lent money to family members, even when we didn’t have much. I will always appreciate that he flew out my older brother from Cuba, even when he wasn’t the dad. He single-handedly brought over 80 percent of our family to America. He helped people get a job, get their taxes done, and obtain their citizenship. Now, being in high school, I am just like him. If my friends never found a solution, I would create one. If the cheerleaders were too afraid to speak up, I would. If my friends struggle with money, I try my hardest to help improve their financial situation. Because I aspired to lead like my dad, I became the president of every club I joined. I was nominated for every position because my classmates knew I would do anything for them, just like my dad did for me. I helped lead a food pantry for families who couldn’t afford to eat while I was in high school. I donated my clothes to friends who had to go to school with holes in their clothes. My dad inspired me to be the person others could follow, knowing I had their