I am a man sixty-two years young and I have battled with relationships all of my life but there was one thing missing. “The Creator” of all living life. What is in life but what is put into it and made to be, and all mankind is found in Jesus Christ. I had my last rights given to me when I was four because I was put into the hospital with Pneumonia. I was in the hospital for two days before contracting the Measles. My body temperature rose to 106 degrees and climbing. The doctors did not think that I was going to live much longer; so the doctors called in a catholic priest (we were Roman Catholic) and performed the last rights of a human being on me. Later in my life; my father was an alcoholic, a workaholic making little money and he never being home, and left the family when I was very young. I do not remember when he left but I remember holding onto my mother’s leg for dear life. I watched my dad walk down the stairs carrying a suitcase wearing a fancy hat. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turned and looked up at me saying; ‘you are the man of the house now and it’s up to you to take care of the family’. He opened the front door and left. Such is life when we’ve been given instructions from a parent.