My Father has a gift for mending broken things – broken hearts, broken dreams. He gets cars to start, computers to reawaken and toasters to churn out golden bread. With a dab of super glue, he fuses back together my favorite headband or my brother’s ear. Broken spirit? My dad will pick you up and rouse you to believe in yourself once more. Broken heart? My dad will wrap you in his arms and until you really believe that everything will be okay. Just plain broke? My dad has a million ideas for how you can earn money. Naturopathy is unpredictable, and modern medicine is not guaranteed. How lucky I am to have a dad who has the touch that heals.