There are acquaintances. And there are friends. Then there are men who are brothers. The ones who call you out when youre wrong, whose own trails have led them down the valleys where your darkest demons rule and who call you out when you are wrong. Those are the ones youd take a bullet for. And its my privilege to know a number of such men. A man needs brothers. God gave me many of them. Ill go to my grave grateful for them. And for a long gone woman who taught me everything Ill ever really need to know about how to deal with this world. Rest in peace, Mom. And thank you for sending me much friends. They help me do my part to make you proud. https://youtube/watch?v=FZ3lG2z-sqU
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 08:49:13 +0000
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