I told you I fired one of the guys I work for last week. I had replaced him with a guy I know named Anthony. I wanted to give him the opportunity to learn a trade and maybe make something of himself.

This morning, he called at 8:15 and told me he wasn't coming in that he was sick and needed to go see the doctor. I wasn't very understanding and jumped on him very hard. I knew his past and had seen him call in before. So, I was a little justified to question his truthfulness.

However, the part of my father that is in me came out and I hit hard and fast on the weakest points and I made him cry. I hate that part in me.

Anyway, he calls me late this afternoon almost hysterical. He had gone to the emergency room because of chest pains. They told him he has bronchitis. Not too bad. But when they did the chest x-ray or whatever they did, they found spots on his lymph nodes around his stomach and liver.

He has a family history of cancer. His mother and one of her sisters died from it. His aunt is going through treatment for it now. His grandmother survived it.

He was told to see an oncologist in the next 2 - 3 days. He has barely stopped crying since I picked him up. He is upstairs soaking in a hot bath.

I made him cry.

I am such a prick sometimes.