Every real man has buried
deep within his heart the hope that someday he will do something heroic, thereby
proving his manhood. It is something he carries in his bosom from childhood to
adulthood. But many, if not most of us, come to the end of our days saddened by
the fact we never saw our dream come true. That is, we mistakenly think
so!
My grandpa Morrison (on my
mother’s side) worked forty years at the Sorg Paper Mill in Middletown, Ohio, as
a night watchman. He never missed a day in all those years. He was presented a
gold pocket watch at retirement. As a young man he had gone from Kentucky to Ohio alone,
worked a year, sending most of his paycheck back to Granny, until they had saved
enough for her and their seven children to move.
A hero is a man who does
what has to be done, simply because it has to be done. The world is full of men
who are heroes! They go to work every day of their lives, love their families,
help their neighbors, and make the world a better place to live in. It makes you
feel safer knowing their kind is around. You feel good inside having known such
men. Oh, they may never have saved a drowning child or an elderly person from a
burning house. But they’re made out of the same kind of stuff as those who do
such things.
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