The other day I was googling people from my past (admit it, we all do it from time to time) and came across your blog. No doubt, I was a mess back then, and I want you to know how sorry I am for the way I treated you as well as for the way I treated Isaac at times. You finally cutting me loose (and good for you, by the way!) may have triggered the onset of some severe depression, but obviously when someone is that sad and angry, there’s a lot more going on underneath the surface that had nothing to do with you. Just as all that “craziness” may have helped drive you closer to Christ, it was also a wake-up call for me to get some much needed help. And of course, when you’re 35 and not 20, you have a little more perspective on things. Just one thing–even as messed up as I was, I never, ever would have physically hurt you. But still, looking back on that night, I can understand why you were so afraid, and I have regretted that ever since. Honestly, it’s a burden I’ve carried with me for a long time. I since vowed to never lose my temper like that again, and I never have. Thankfully, by the grace of God, we can all change. I’m sure you’ve probably long since forgiven and forgotten about me, but reading your post here definitely shook me up some, and it’s good to finally apologize to you. I’m so happy for you, Isaac and your family. All the best.