My father was absent most of my life. He missed all those important moments. He never comforted me. He never built up my self esteem like a father is suppose to do. He basically just wasn't there. And for the few snapshot moments he was, he just emotionally couldn't be a father.
As I think back to all the wonderful teachers in my life there is a pattern. Most of the teachers who touched my life and showed me that they cared were male. I had some great female teachers too but my male teachers just went out of the way to show that I was important. So thank you Mr. Havel, Mr. Brown, Mr. Annenson, and the others whose names I have forgotten (pregnancy). You have no idea how much you impacted my life. I needed to know that I mattered.
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