To Whom It May Concern:
Hello, it’s me again. Just one person talking to another from the heart. I would like to talk about honor. When I was a little boy, I remember taking pride in going to elementary school with a briefcase, suit jacket, and glasses on my face. I took pride in this because my mother used to tell me I was going to be her wise and good business man. Growing up where I did, it was not cool to be studious and present myself in the manner I did. But I wanted to honor my mother, so I went against the grain. Honoring my mother meant standing firm on what I believed it took to accomplish my goals, while accepting the trials and tribulations that came with it. I’m not saying I was a perfect child, far from it. I went off the path, but I always held her words deep in my heart. She said it with so much passion and conviction that I truly believed it. If you believe it, you can achieve it.
She only had an 8th grade education, and passed away before I even made it to the 8th grade. After losing my nurturer, it was difficult to stay on the path of honoring her. Like I said, it wasn’t cool to be studious in my environment, so at times I let my environment control me when I didn’t have her there to nurture me on. No more encouragement, no more support, no one to give me a quarter for a soda pop because I came home with good grades. Fortunately, as I grew older there were many people who’s encouragement and challenges I accepted. As I write this, I am smiling with tears in my eyes because my mother has been honored. I have become her wise and good businessman. It was a rough road but well worth it, for no other reason than knowing I have honored my mother.
As a parent, I know I also have to honor my children. I know the path of parenthood is difficult, but I will have only one shot at fatherhood. How could I bring something as precious as a child into the world, and not take care of him or her. I believe I honor my children by setting a good example for them. By giving them food, shelter and clothing, I have at least honored them with the basics.
It’s not easy, it takes hard work. I had to work every shift imaginable, and commute all over the Bay Area. I didn’t always want to do it, it got very tiresome. But again, how could I bring children into this world and not support them. I sure didn’t want someone else looking after them, and definitely not the child welfare system. It is my responsibility to honor and care for them, and if I just give it my best, that’s good enough. I’m not competing against any other family. My kids don’t have to have everything the next kid has. I’m more concerned with the survival of my family than with their toy chest.
Honor is associated with doing what is right, being honest and fair, and possessing integrity. I always try to apply this to whatever I do, and in doing so I honor my family. I have fallen short many times with hurtful results. But that hasn’t stopped me from trying. The older I get, the more honor becomes a part of me. These are just my experiences. If I have reached the heart of just one person, I will feel I have been of some worth today. I am not judging anyone, so please do not judge me.
Your humble servant