– Mark Edward –
On a balmy April evening I received a late night text from one of the guys in My Circle.
I’ve been a night owl my entire life, so, unless I’m hanging with my family, I’m easy to reach late.
The young man seemed troubled. He was at his wit’s end.
He asked if he could stop by.
Seven minutes later he arrived in my driveway.
He appeared a bit sheepish.
As I do with all the guys I mentor, I looked him in the eye and I greeted him with a strong man-hug, which sends the message, “You are accepted, and affirmed, no matter what you are about to tell me.”
We jumped in his truck.
When I have private conversations with other men, I leave the house to keep them that way:
Private.
As he drove, the loathsome look on the young man’s face screamed, “I feel crummy.”
A section from my journal written later that night explains why:
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