For the longest I wanted to believe that I had no hate and no resentment towards my father. I acted like it never bothered me that he wasn’t there or that I didn’t need him or any other man to teach me the ropes of manhood . . . Just a year ago all the emotions of abandonment I had growing up came rushing back like a flood. All those years of burying how I truly felt finally caught up with me. I had to face myself and call my father. I had to forgive him and let go of all the resentment I had for my father. . . I knew I couldn’t run from this anymore. I knew I had to do it for my wife,and my kids. I had to do it for the youth that I serve. But most of all I HAD TO DO IT FOR ME IN ORDER TO BE FREE.