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You are in a profession where excessive bouts of emotion are frowned upon, where crying is considered tantatmount to self-emasculation. After many years, you don't acknowledge cold, hunger, fear, or heat. You actually wish your fellow man the best, all the time cursing him for the posh and pampered lifestyle he lives....you are not weak, and you will not cry under any circumstance.....that is of course until you get a pass before you go out for unit validation, and your second grader has written you this note.....

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Pat in NC said…
Real men are not wimps but they do have emotions and a tear is no sign that they are less than brave and all the macho adjectives. The letter from Robbie would have to be read by someone with a very cold heart if it didn't produce misty eyes. May God bless Robbie and his Daddy.
12:27 PM
Anonymous said…
...sweet

How are you? Curious to see if you're able to post from your side of the world.
8:22 PM
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