A Providing Father Loses Sight of his own Security
Battling immigration, homelessness, and blindness
Interview with Planell (transcribed verbatim)
Q: How has being a father changed your life?
"Being responsible; the desire to take care my children and give them what I never have in my country; to have a better life (now) than I have. Before I become—that was a mistake—because I become a workaholic. I became a provider...a material provider, not a father that loves...that deserves. Be there...for... when they need me; basketball games, when they have problems, their daddy is not there. Especially the girls, they really have it a crush on dad, because they have a problem with a boyfriend or whatever, dad is not there. It’s suffered, I mean. Sometimes you have to think...you have to put yourself in my shoes. I’m an immigrant; our dream is to do better. For ourself and your family; and in the back of your head, you’re always thinking you don’t want what I had in my country, for my children in this country, so you have to work hard. You have to do everything to make your wife happy—house, bills paid, you know work, work, work, work , and sometimes it’s a gap that we miss. And sometimes your children love you...with nothing. They don’t really care about material things because they're young. They just want you there (with them). So it’s just....it made me strong to work and provide, but at the same time I messed up and became weak because I was not really a good father and I thought I was. I was just a provider. That’s why my daughter calls me the donor, because technically yeah...I make enough, I brought up baby , and I gave everything, but I wasn’t there. I gave everything material... I didn’t give her the support and love; maternity love that a child needs. I was not there, I was working a nd in my mind ...I was so strong, I was a freaking workaholic. I became so workaholic, that my job was 6 months out of my house, come back to my house, I get the hot sheet and work for another company that wants to give me another job, until my company calls me again. Because when you have a trade, in my trade, another company that does the same thing, they might need you. So you call it, yeah you come, for another 3-4months....so I was like 'I love you, but I got to go.' But my children saved my life as a working man, but I screwed up as a father... "
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