Growing up, as my father would tuck me in at night, he would often avail himself to hearing the frustrations of my day.  I’m sure it was an act of loving patience for him as he would listen to the angst of a ten year old boy Billy said I was a bad basketball player, which would then morph into the insecurities of a young teenager I don’t know how to ask Jamie to the dance, to the late teenage I don’t know how to confront so-and-so on this issue.  After listening intently and compassionately, he would then often quote the legendary Vince Lombardi:

“Fatigue makes cowards of us all.”

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