Something Beautiful

Last fall I wrote a blog post about how we need men. It is my second highest read post. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, and so I thought I would send a few more thoughts out there on the subject. Webster's dictionary defines need as a lack of something useful, required or desired, a condition in which there is a deficiency of something, a condition of poverty or extreme want, require, to be necessary. It comes from a base word which means "to collapse with weariness" or "starvation." In our society I think there is a stigma attached to the word need. We have been conditioned to be self-sufficient. To say that we need something is seen as weakness (and we all know that only the strong survive). In many cases it may not be that we have been verbally told that but the actions of those around us have caused us to pick up on it. In life we have needs, and we have wants. Especially when I look at how the word need is defined, I begin to question d

Let me tell you about my Pops. When I was little, oh maybe 4 or 5, my family was going to take a trip to Montana to visit my grandparents. I was so looking forward to it, but for some reason at the last minute (and I do mean that we were in the van getting ready to leave) it wasn't going to work for us to go at that time. Knowing myself, I think that I was probably throwing a bit of a fit because I had eagerly anticipated this trip and was being denied that which I desired.  I still remember this very clearly. My dad looked me directly in the eyes and told me that he knew he had promised this and he hated to break that promise and if I would hold him to that promise we would make the trip. I knew at that moment looking into my dad's eyes that if I insisted he would have gotten in the van and driven to Montana and back because he said he would. From that moment on I have always believed my dad when he said something because I knew that he would keep his word, no matter what