
I am a father, starting school for the first time in close to a decade; had my second deployment a year ago. Something that is important to you? That question has always been asked to me over the years. After being a father for the past three years, I would have to say my son is the most important thing in this world. To see him smile and run to me yelling "daddy" is just as special as the moment I heard his first cry at birth. My life goal, very hard to honestly answer never put much thought into these kinds of questions of "self", the closet thing would have to be to honestly have a family.
"Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, history with invisible ink," said the cardinal, as he spears poison on the knife edge by the light of a candelabra. |
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