Listen, I would NEVER say that all parents are good parents, not all cops are good cops, not all teachers are good teachers, I'm sure that's true.
But there's something I forgot to mention in my previous post, the strength of blood ties. When I see my children, I see part of myself. After my conviction I had to regain the love and respect of my kids all over again. The emotional and familial bonds that I had cultivated over the years were destroyed overnight by a combination of my stupidity and the silly UK laws concerning the possession of photographs.
During these discussions, I told him I would die to see him live - now this sounds a little dramatic writing here and now - but it's still holds true, there aren't many people on this planet I would lay down my life for, but my kids are two exceptions.