As I sat knowing full well where this was going my father said he was afraid that Mark was heading exactly in that direction. That it was genetic, Mark knew nothing of his father yet was somehow just like him. Dad stopped and I remained silent, tears running down my cheeks. I looked up and told him that I was from the same father, did he think that way of me?

Dad shook his head and then with a sigh looked at me, telling me that they had gotten me when I was young enough but he felt it might be too late for Mark, that he was broken beyond...