My father was storming around the house, cursing about something to do with his lawyer and when he came into the kitchen, where I was, instead of being infected by his mood (which normally I would be - and would spit fire back at him), I asked him calmly and lovingly if a hard-boiled egg would make him feel better. He looked up in surprise and said No thank you, but secretly, I think my offer did make him feel better.

I am making progress and it feels wonderful. Today, I appreciate my father for giving me the opportunity to appreciate myself.