In my old neighborhood, a boy stopped playing when he began to lose his pulse. And then he became the referee.
Every father says the same thing: “Where's your mother?”
It is not a matter of who is rejecting me, as much as it is somebody may get it, and I am going to keep plowing through it because in this world of education, there is a harvest.
Fatherhood is asking your son to make up a name rather than tell anybody who he is.
Family is conflict and it's something that we all relate to.
People can be more forgiving than you can imagine. But you have to forgive yourself. Let go of what's bitter and move on.