In 2007 I was in Europe on assignment. I met a young woman, barely twenty one, my daughter's age. She was like many, wandering, waitressing, maid work, going from Greece to Spain, Copenhagen to Berlin. Broke, undernourished, unhappy, scared, alone. I gave her a place to stay, bought some clothes for her, fed her and fed her and fed her, fattening her up, no more ribs, cheek bones, sunken eye sockets, until she looked full, healthy, happy. During those months I had her see a dentist, a doctor. She cooked, she painted, she laughed, she smiled. I fell in love with her, until I raced back to my apartment to see her, an old man, old enough to be her father, she young enough to be my daughter.

I brought her back with me, married and pregnant, to the anger and disappointment of my kids and exwife. This woman, believe me she is a woman, is the best thing that has happened to me, she gave me back my youth, my days, two new kids, a reason to live. A diamond in the rough, discarded by society, thrown out to die. Now a healthy mother of two, a young wife to an old man, full of life. Need I say I love her so much, I am so proud of her, she gave me back my life, excuse me if I cry.