Remember the many ways we looked up to our parents? Among other things, I used to put on my dads old cleats or wingtips and imagine myself being as big as him. Ahhh, the circle of life. There will come a day when Abram will walk around in my shoes while letting his imagination run wild. I hope that his desire to be as big as daddy is not his only aspiration.
What kind of man will he be? The answer is a direct result of another question. What kind of man am I?
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