Men These Days

The other day my dad and I were talking about what it means to be a man. He was telling me about my grandpa used to walk the creek without shoes on, kill a squirrel and eat it right there, he ate the brains as well. My grandpa was a tough southern man. My dad and I laughed as we discussed how people “go camping” these days. Sleeping in an air conditioned RV, televisions, tents that hold a small town. My grandpa slept on the ground, not in a sleeping bag either, I mean in the grass. He was tough. He had morals that I have always respected, he worked hard to support his family. He loved life, he loved his family, and he loved God. Men these days seem to have become soft, almost lazy. We have become so accustomed to our way of life here in this country we would be lost in the woods if we had to go one day without. I think of my Grandpa often, when life gets tough I imagine how he would have handled it. Then I thank the Lord for what I have and try and toughen up a bit. I may not be the man, but I’m cut from the same cloth. I asked my grandma the other day if she would consider getting a blackberry. She said, “blackberries" are something you eat, not something you talk on.” I laughed…. Sounds like something paw paw would’ve said.