Max wasn't listening to me, and I was at the end of my rope. This teenager was embarrassed by me, and I was devastated. I didn't understand why I couldn't have the same relationship with my son that I had with my dad. My dad had been my best friend. We did everything together. Years later, when he passed, I experienced his last breath with him. We were mystically connected and I wanted desperately to connect with my son the same way. I sat in my comfy chair like I had a million times before and meditated, as my dad taught me. I went fantasy traveling in my mind, hoping to find a pathway to my son - to reconnect in a more meaningful way. "Help me, Dad," I pleaded. Something miraculous happened—something so out of this world it was beyond explanation. Could this be what I was looking for? Would this be the miracle that would change my relationship with my son? God, I hoped so. Read A Father's Wish to learn how never giving up on your child can create its own miracle.