Three Men

There’s a man who I know that left a comfortable life, put a plan in place, and set forth in a new direction for his life. He was an adult, with a Family, a good job, good pay who wasn’t satisfied. He left to go do some good. To follow a calling.

There was another man who was so full of life and a rascal at times, he but he understood me and I’ve always wanted to be more like him.  He had a wild streak too, and was passionate. But he was also much more thoughtful than I am at times. Smart as a whip and able to be real about situations. I’ve heard stories of him racing through the streets of Mableton Georgia as a teenager. I didn’t know that side,  but I knew that he was one who loved me.  He has a son who’s a lot like him. Someone who aggravates and I admire at the same time. When I think of the last name Martin, I think of those two men. Slightly wild, passionate and willing to take a risk.

These were the three most influential men in my life. I’ve got some Martin in me. I’ve got way too much Chatham at times. I’m scared, scarred, at times reckless, but also thoughtful. I’ve Got to take a leap of faith. I’ve Got to find something that makes me me. I’m finally starting to put some of the hurts from the past behind me. I’m no longer willing to be bound by them.

So with tearful eyes I’m going to get my son. He has good men to look up to as well. I just want to be one of them.

3/24/18

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