Thursday, April 22, 2010

once upon a time...

when heritage meant something...

someone started a legacy of men who don't give up.  someone purchased land in the south.  someone sired a son who met Jesus, and he did the very same.

and here am I.

and the man told me, this isn't me.  no, it's not.  this isn't us - we don't just give up.

that's why my son will have the middle name of a legacy.  a small legacy, an unknown legacy, a legacy of a boy who met Jesus and became a man and sired a son with the woman who took to be his wife.

you are Titus.  Titus Loverd Howard.  may you fight harder, run further, and do so much more than I ever could, if you meet Jesus.

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