I for the last about 70 years, period of my living memory, have had the greatest regard, respect and adoration for my father and my mother. I do not remember any moment when they expressed their love towards me yet somewhere deep down in my heart I always felt that they loved me. Yes, I remember several occasions when my father punished me for my mistakes, my naughtiness or misconduct. And mind you those punishments were in no way mild yet they never affected my feelings towards him. He was and remained like a God to me.
Why is it so?
He did not have access to any of the great books such as “How to say it” written by greats like Dr. Paul Coleman and Richard Heyman, Ed. D. Which luckily I have in my hand since yesterday. This book has opened my eyes and I am now able to find the mistakes committed by my parents.
I lost my God!
