Run

Epiphany. I hate running. Not that I hate it, I just don't do it or do it well.

Problem is, when I was little, it heard so many times, "no running." Oftentimes that command was followed by, "Hurry up."

In the military, I had an opportunity to run nearly every other day. Most of those days I was a reluctant runner usually at the back motivating all the other slow runners.

Here I am, 47 years are running into my very first site of light, watching Forest Gump, and coming to realize the defect that made me unbecoming of a cross country marathon first placer. That's what restriction does to a child, prevents him from becoming what he was destined to become.

Please, for the love of your creations, parent your kids and don't be the asshole parent, dad or mom or guardian who restricts your child or children from greatness.

Good Day.