My father? There was a young woman who had never known her father. One year, on Christmas day, a stranger knocked at her door. When she opened the door, there was an older gentleman standing there. He looked at her face for a moment, then reached out and handed her a beautifully bound book of poetry. ""What is this?"" she asked. ""A present,"" the man replied, ""from your father."" ""My father?"" she said, ""but I don't have a father."" ""Rachel... you do...and I'm him."" said the man, looking a…