Who am I, well, it is only me, the guy writing this for you but I see you will never understand me at all.  Guys mistake my weird kind of pacifism for being less than macho which I can assure you I am not.  I am just a guy who picks you up when you are spiraling downward and see know way out.  The misnomer of what a man is confuses me.  A man is not someone always wanting to hit someone, or feels that he needs to be loud and obnoxious.  A man is not someone that hits on people especially women and children.  A man is someone that knows reasoning, honesty, and has integrity, a man that asks for nothing from no one.

I will give you one last definition of who I am and then I will leave you.  My father was not a man.  He was a drunk who beat me every day of my life.  My father was not a man because he refused to work and support us.  My father was not a man because he was indeed a cheater, a liar and stole money from us whenever he had the chance.  My father almost killed me at the age is thirteen. I took care of my father in his last days, yes, he was dying and I lived with him for almost two years.  I buried him and he received a great sendoff.  That’s what a man is, and that’s just who I am.   Oh he never asked for my help, but I understood, and was there to help, happy to help, wanted to help.  I am me, a man, a writer, a friend to all the people.  Thanks for the read; I am a man who still cares and who is exhausted watching people who don’t.