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“I just cannot wait to hear from my Dad every Sunday, we talk for hours and hours and the surprising thing is that I always wait to hear from him a sentence with four words, he tells me always at the end of our conversation “Son I love you!”.  I love to hear this, every time, all the time, this is for me a little boy in a candy store moment”,  his face glowing and his eyes popping as he told me his story in my office. This was a well-built, tall handsome man in his early 50s whom I am seeing for the first time in my office because he needed a screening colonoscopy for prevention only, he is otherwise healthy. “But our relation was not always healthy like this, in fact for a period of  ten years we had cut off our relationship with each other, oblivious to each other’s plight, I did not know where my father was!”,  Jim told me. Jim grew up in a beautiful East Coast town of USA, the area was draped with sunshine, beaches and green tree lines. Jim was in his early teenage years when his parents got divorced. He wanted to stay with his dad in the East Coast while his mother had decided to move across the country to the West Coast with her two children. But Jim wanted to stay with his dad. He pleaded with him but his dad was a distant dad, who never heeded the crying heart of his son.  Feeling the hurt from dejection, Jim always wondered why his father never cared for him. After six months of trying to stay with his father, and getting no reciprocity, he eventually gave up, accepting in mind that as much as it seems unreal, his dad had quit on him. So he moved with his mother and took on the challenge of forming a new life in the West Coast.