I grew up a little faster than I maybe should have as a boy. I naively took a risk using the leverage I thought I had … I can picture the paper I wrote with a pencil in my hand. I must have been 10-11 years old. Too young to shoulder that responsibility and also to know the potential impact. They say "out of the mouth of babes" … let's just say it was that.
Who is this kid telling me what to do with my daughter's husband …?
Maybe that was my way of attempting to be to my family what my sister is to the world.
Message - someone is depending on you too.
Intent counts more than technique!
