Two weeks ago, I was drunk, stoned and miserable.  My parents were worried sick.  I hadnt answered my phone in  months.  I was tired of lying to them and now I dreaded having to explain why I was not communicating.  Id listen to the messages on my voice mail. My Dad was trying everything; callling me everyday;sending me love, guilt, worries, threats.  One day I answered, "Hellooo".  We talked.  I confessed a few of my ills.  "Come to Avatar next week." "No."  I gave him every excuse I could: Debt- hed pay for it. Work- this is bigger. "I cant." "You can."  He squashed every excuse.  "Ohhh...kay."    A few hours ago, I completed the Ultimate Process and became an Avatar.  The joy Im feeling is indescribable.  Brain washed?  My brain has never been cleaner (well, at least since...well, the beginning...).  Thank you Harry. Thank You. I will see you at Wizards.

Brandon S. - California, USA - 2007