“He is my son and I love him for who is, not what he has. He has made me more of a man than anybody that knows me could ever imagine. Because he is my son, I have done things that I, never in my wildest dreams even thought about doing with my life. But as his father, I would have it no other way.”
For the past few months, I've been thinking about a conversation I had with the man who wrote this. I knew that I wanted to write about him. However, I had no clue how to begin.