In The End, It Doesn’t

The True Story Of Every Person In This World Is Not The Story You See, The External Story. The True Story Of Each Person Is The Journey Of His Or Her Heart.

When Winter Fails To Provide An Adequate Snow Base, My Boys Bring Their Sleds In The House And Ride Them Down The Stairs. Just The Other Day, My Wife Found Them With A Rope Out Their Second-story Bedroom Window, Preparing To Rappel Down The Side Of The House. The Recipe For Fun Is Pretty Simple Raising Boys: Add To Any Activity An Element Of Danger, Stir In A Little Exploration, Add A Dash Of Destruction, And You've Got Yourself A Winner.

Aggression Is Part Of The Masculine Design, We Are Hardwired For It.... Little Girls Do Not Invent Games Where Large Numbers Of People Die, Where Bloodshed Is A Prerequisite For Having Fun. Hockey, For Example, Was Not A Feminine Creation. Nor Was Boxing. A Boy Wants To Attack Something - And So Does A Man, Even If It's Only A Little White Ball On A Tee.

Truth Be Told, Most Of Us Are Faking Our Way Through Life. We Pick Only Those Battles We Are Sure To Win, Only Those Adventures We Are Sure To Handle, Only Those Beauties We Are Sure To Rescue.

Desire, Both The Whispers And The Shouts, Is The Map We Have Been Given To Find The Only Life Worth Living.