I may not be a father for now, but I am a son who learned respect from my father. When I was young as a child, I was raised with my parents before they separated. During this time, my father started teaching me about respecting other people besides the ones I already knew close to. He taught me the definitions of the real world, definitions of what rape was, what sex was, what abusers were, etc. I did not understand what he was saying at first; I was still too young to figure out what exactly he was trying to say. Later came the time when I would finally understand what he was saying. Around the age of 14, I was walking around a shopping mall with my father that day when I noticed a young couple nearby me. The girl was asking the guy for respect, because she said he was not treating her the proper way. The guy became furious and strangled her. I saw police arrested the guy for sexual assault on the girl. The next day, it came out on the news, and the guy was serving 10 years in prison. After witnessing this event, I finally began to understand what my father was saying, and what consequences would follow if I did not pay proper respect to other people. After my parents separated, I realized that treating other people with respect is not a game, but something that should be exercised from a daily life. My father did his best in teaching me as much as possible. After the separation, I was on my own, and still on my own today. My knowledge grew and learned even more, and I still continue to learn today.