[Comte De St. Germain]

I hated him because he did not bother to teach me right from wrong and I had to learn the hard way about it by experiencing every wrong turn and breakdown possible. I learned all I know from personal experience and trials; things my own father could have taught me. I didn't hate him for putting food on the table because that is why I loved him dearly when I was suffering. What bothered me was that he didn't bother to get to know me period. He suddenly popped into my life from nowhere expecting to make a difference, but he could not even identify anything about me. He couldn't even remember my birthday or even what grade I was in at the time. The fact that a son grows up with a father ignorant of him is beyond pathetic and in no way justifiable.