it was in 2003 when i 1st met my grandfather. I grew up till i was 18 not knowing my fathers family members. I didnt want to accept them as i grew up poor and always having to move around most of my liher wasnt well. I stayed with my aunt, my sister and her inlaws. When my mother told that she wanted me to go meet my aunt for the 1st time i didnt want to go. After i went i have resented them for they lived a good life and i asked myself did they ever ask about me and how i was. My mother sat me down and told me that i will be a better man 1 day, that all i have to do is believe in myself and let God handle the situations in my life.She then convinced me to go meet my grandfather. We went and as i walked i there he was ,old and blind. he asked to touch me and he cried . Spoke for some time and went home. the following weeks i went on my own and everytime i got there he asked his helper to make tea for us and he would ask me to read the bible for him, he would ask that we pray and then we would sit quetly until i fell asleep. from then on i knew the meaning of forgiveness, love and sharring the word of God.