The following is a guest post by Jonathan LaForce, a former Marine, and current entrepreneur. These letters are to his young son and are things he wishes had been passed down to him. Since he and I have similar views about what it means to be a man, I’m more than happy to share them.
My dearest boy,
I’m writing this letter, sitting on the side of a mountain. Full dark has come, the wind is howling. It’s lonely up here, the way I like it. When I was a teen, people came to this place as a lover’s lane. Probably still do. I go here for the quiet. Nobody to bother me. In some ways, that is the story of my life a preference for loneliness. Lonely won’t hurt you. Continue reading “Letters To My Son: Life and Love”