Mark Coleman
When I took that flight to Paris, France, to meet my son, I had no idea what was in store for me. I didn't figure out how I was going to approach Tara after four years of not talking or seeing each other. I made a rushed decision, yes, but that was my chance—a chance for me to apologize for what happened, a chance for me to be in her life, a chance for me to get to know my son—so I grabbed it.
At the event, I just wanted to confirm that she was there before I went to see my son. She even named her Jason Coleman, something that melted my heart. I knew what happened in the past was unforgivable, but the fact that she even thought about me and didn't think about denying our son the chance to grow up knowing he had a father back in New York was so considerate of her.
As soon as
