Courage.

I am courageous enough to run at all the things you run from. And when you’re fighting your fight, I am right there in it with you. I have your back, when your back is turned. And I have your front, when you would hope there is another beside you.

I think I am coming to realize that a lot of what I had thought about life, a lot of the roads I had wandered down in my endless curiosity, really led me back to my front door. They led me back to my mother’s wise counsel, and back to talks with my father about everything and nothing at all. Tete a tete’s with old friends who only exist in my mind.

So, when my son, whom I don’t have, asks me what it means to be a man — I will tell him that it is to be courageous. To always push your comfort zone. To maintain your standards. To lift those around you. To have empathy for every walk of life. To not give in to greed. To not give in to lust. To be a man, is to be fertilizer in the world. It is to help all around you grow. And more than any of that, it is to be courageous. To be willing to live and die for what you believe in and for those who you love.

Thank you for reading.

Stay warm,
DC