standards, not excuses | musing no. 27
the men who raised me didn’t hand out excuses. they handed me standards.
my grandfather and my father weren’t men who wasted words. they were builders. men who worked with their hands, sacrificed what they wanted, and gave their time to provide for their families. they we…
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