A Prayer for Dallas
Last week a friend of mine committed suicide. He was as good a guy as they come and I will miss him. I will miss his kindness and generosity. I will miss singing Hank Williams songs with him and seeing him smile across the circle. I am grateful to know many men like him, good men, who are quiet, every day heroes. They do the right thing because it’s the right thing to do and expect nothing in return. They’re the men who change a tire for a stranger, open doors for women, and make sure everyone in the circle gets a chance to shine. They’re the men that chase down boats, show eager boaters the line at Five Falls and help because that’s who they are. They’re the guys who coach little league everything, cook pancakes for pancake suppers and build whatever needs built. They don’t always get the credit they deserve and I know that too many of them suffer. They endure their sorrow alone and in silence with q...