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I remember the day my daughter was born, how innocent and peaceful she was, laying there in my arms. I don’t know where the last fifteen years have went, or where that innocence went. I’ve tried to be the best father I can be, but doing it alone isn’t easy. Maybe if there had been a female influence in her life, I wouldn’t be using half my paycheck every month paying off the Los Angeles federal criminal defense attorney who represented her in her juvenile delinquency case. But every penny I spend is worth it, because that man got my daughter out of jail, and into a juvenile drug and alcohol treatment center. Kids aren’t criminals, and shouldn’t be in jail. I can’t make her well, but thanks to her attorney, she is with people who can.