One of the blessings of having children is that you get to remake yourself. Here, suddenly, midstream in life, are people who look to you, depend on you, love you more than anyone ever has, and in ways you barely understand, and they don't care who you were. All that matters is who you are to them now, how you treat them today, and if you were an ass in some previous life, if you lied and cheated and hurt the myriad of strangers and so-called friends that passed through your space in some B.C., well it can all be dismissed now. Just don't do it again, Dad.
-TMST
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