So I learned something over the last year or so.

Much of my life had been about how to confront situations.

Forget about TV.

That's easy and obvious.

But in my personal life it had been how to deal with being judged well for the wrong

reasons, wrongly for the wrong reasons, confronted, expected to debate, expected to fight,

expected to stand up for my father, my family, my brother, myself.

And in all of those pursuits I always understood that aggression had to be met with aggression.

Not necessarily violence.

I've always been just barely smart enough to understand the surrender of true strength.

But sometimes I'd be attacked.

So it was different.

But obviously relatable.

You really shouldn't want to fight unless you have to in any regard.

And yet I did.

And yet I would.

And there was a fundamental misunderstanding on my part of what strength is.

Now obviously your mind could very quickly leap to the power of non-violence, Dr. King.

But I'm not even discussing anything nearly that heroic, that brave.

Okay.

What I'm saying is we think that strength is in doing.

And sometimes it is.

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