I agree with what Rose and Brooke said to some extent. No one is perfect, and no one ever will be because we're human. But I also have known a man who, in my eyes came clos to the man described in the text, though he was most certainly not perfect. He was, however, a college-educated professional, and much more nuturing and expressive of his feelings than my mother was. I consider this ironic because I've only seen my mom cry twice, but my father has cried many times. He is extremely expressive of the way he is feeling in comparison to her; he will explain and talk about the way he's feeling and why, while my mom sort of keeps things to herself a lot of the time. So in this example, my dad was nuturing, caring, etc. even though he was a working professional.