It was the summer of 2001 and I had lost all sense of personal identity and value. I was married to a physically abusive woman and had two beautiful, innocent, children that were experiencing abuse as a demonstration of love. I became an alcoholic, lazy father, and an overall worthless man. I was struggling everywhere and instead of seeking help, I sought out anything that drowned out the reality of my life. Thoughts of running away, murder, or suicide would circulate through my head daily. I had nothing, contributed nothing, and worth nothing. At this point in my life, I was a 23-year-old with no reason to look forward to one more year of life, whereas others my age were approaching their happiest years and embarking on fantastic journeys. As I prepared for a deployment to Saudi Arabia, I was depressed that my marriage was on its last leg, as my …show more content…
He talked to me about where my life was, where it was going, and shared his disappointment in me. I instantly lost control of all my emotions as my dying hero begin to point out all of my failures and shortcomings. He didn’t stop or take it easy on me as I uncontrollably sobbed into my palms. Moreover he remained calm, speaking with firmness as he shared all his years of knowledge that I could not process or appreciate at the time. After he finished his message, he reached across the bench seat of his truck, rested his hand on my shoulder and said “Son, I love you. When you feel alone, I’ll always be there. You may not always like what I say, but I’ll never leave you.” As calming chills enveloped my body, I mustered the confidence to look him in the eye and apologized for letting him down, stating he didn’t deserve a son like me. A loose, heartbroken, smile came across his face as he spoke these life changing words to me, “Son, you are deserving of my love and I give it freely. You are worth my praise and I’m proud of