This Father’s Day, I recall with fondness when, during the anxiety-ridden days of my youth, this troubled lad sought solace in the wisdom of his father. With loving patience, Dad listened to the venting of my poor self-esteem, capped by my tear-filled blurting that I was “ugly.”
“No son of mine is ugly,” he said with quiet confidence.
“But Mom once told me you’re not my father,” I replied.
Without a word, Dad left the room, and our talks were never quite the same….
BILL
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