My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten and I didn't live with him after that though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special he's still one of my favorite writers.
I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me and although passing a vote of censure upon myself I would thank God for his mercy.