Unlike many young boys, I never doubted that my father loved me. He always took time out of his day to spend time with me. He taught me to ride a horse, and held me as I pedaled my first bike. He came to my games and attended my plays. He believed that every man should take time out of his day to spend with his family and he never let work get in the way of that. He was a good father. He protected his family well. It is a pity that he did not think to treat the rest of mankind as he did his family.