The worst thats happened to me was that we were rather poor when I was young. My dad worked for 6 months at a time in alaska and canada on the drill rigs to support the family in florida. He came back for a few weeks and then dissapeared. This during the prime years when i needed fatherly direction and for quite some tyime in elementary school my mom was the only one who was around. I love my father and everythign he did but he still works 13 hour days despite the fact that me and my brother are out on our own. The only reason we have a close bond is because he accidentlaly ran me over (long story) with a work truck and hasnt forgiven himself. I feel bad becasue it was an accident and he blames himself. I appreciate al he did but I really would have liked to have him be there when I did most of my major acheviments in life.