In the eyes of parents, I think, children always seem just a blink away from redemption. No matter to what depth we watch them sink, we believe they need only grasp the lifeline, and we can still pull them safely to shore. For many years, I had been just that naive, a father who'd grasped at every straw, believed every lie, extended one hand after another, and through it all, continued to believe that there was something salvageable in the wreckage of his son.
