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You Can't By Yourself. Reflections from The Airport

I missed my flight.  I MISSED MY FLIGHT!😡 With unsuccessful standbies and an overnight airport stay, it turned out to be a major headache, but also a wonderful time of reflection. I was reminded that I can't do what I do as a man (father, leader, deacon, teacher, and whatever other 'titles' I have) without help and direction. I re-realized this watching airplanes.

I sat in a terminal window with the morning sun beaming through (so I could warm up) watching planes prep for takeoff.  There was a lot happening for it to be a successful flight. There were trucks moving back and forth on the ground giving planes whatever they give them. I saw food trucks distributing food. There were trucks hauling luggage to and from the plane. What really got me thinking were the trucks that push the planes from the terminal to the strip. There was a long metal guiding pole that didn't bend or flex extending from the truck to the plane. And it guided the plane out. There were also grounds crew informing pilots when it was safe to begin riding out to the strip. (Dads, stay with me here).

My question to you and me is how successful do you think that plane and flight would be without all those elements running together in tandem? Lets deepen the question: How many people do I allow to really help me be my best (add title)? I truly believe it's silly for a man to think that he can do it on his own. There's a great scripture that says, 'Walk with the wise and become wise; associate with fools and get in trouble. (Proverbs 13:20 NLT)'. It also says, 'The way of fools seems right to them, but the wise listen to advice. (Proverbs 12:15 NIV)'. Personally, I need true men in my life who are willing to give me guidance. I also need those real dudes who are willing and able to tell me the real truth about me without bending. Willing to be strong with their guidance, just like the truck and guiding pole that leads the plane out. I am that plane, but realizing that there are so many crucial elements that help me soar. 

I want to soar and I need help to do that. I'm NOS.

Questions to consider:
1. Who's in your life?
2. What men are in your life? (Yes, I know there are ladies who are reading this).
3. Can you call these men your real friends? What evidence shows it?



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