Musing back to a time about 15 years ago. Had gotten married the previous year, shedding the freedom of youth and taking on the responsibility of a new wife and 7 year-old son; another child was soon on his way, yet 3 after him more would follow. Was working weekends late nights wrestling misbehaving drunks, and would get up early during the week to work the preload at UPS. Various jobs and difficult life events followed in time. It was a great deal of hard work, and still is. The burdens borne were always worth it for one simple reason: Its not about me. Just like everyone else, I came into this world naked and helpless. Others saw to it that I survived and had the opportunity to grow strong. That blessing of strength, which is of limited duration, is meant to be spent with a purpose: Service to the next generation. Anyway, there was a song that would often be on the radio during the difficult early mornings. The song became quite annoying, but always reminded me of my mission. Its not about me. Its about the next generation. youtu.be/99j0zLuNhi8
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 04:42:47 +0000
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