This book is in loving memory of my late father, Kapur Singh Brar. Though he was never there for me, I learned before his death in the hospital that not forgiving my father is not the baggage of weight I want to carry in my life. So instead of telling him what made me so angry when I thought of him, I thanked him for giving me life. I thanked him for the sharp brain that I have, as he held 3 PHDs. It was one of the hardest things I had to do, which was to thank him, and then tell him where he disappointed me. If I did not, I would regret it for the rest of my life. He cried and my tears were stuck and I could not breathe, and I walked away from him in the hospital, and flew back to Toronto. Two weeks later, he passed away. Life does not give you second chances. I just lost a man that brought me into this world, and I hardly knew the man.