Since it's almost Father's Day, I will answer this question from my DIY autobiography book. If I had any trouble with my father while I was young it was in this area: My dad was a Methodist minister with an unbelievable passion to save the world in the 1960s in the era of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King. He moved his family from Kansas to a black Chicago ghetto to help fight for civil rights and revitalize the city's blighted urban neighborhoods. He worked like a dog from sunrise to sunset to help society's downtrodden, but forgot to extend that care to his own children. As a kid, I only saw him from a distance, giving speeches, writing papers, and conducting community workshops. I hardly knew the man. He was distant with his own dad, so maybe that had something to do with it. I acted out pretty bad as a kid, trying to get his attention, but it didn't work. He reached out later in life, wanting to be a friend, but since we were never close during the early years, it hasn't been easy. I love my dad a ton, but I swore to break the cycle of absence with my children. Hopefully my daughter and son, both of whom just left the nest, feel I was there for them growing up.
Causes David Marshall Supports
Kiva, Microplace, MercyCorps