I remembered Dave telling me he had been bullied as a kid, so I asked him about it a few days ago as we were driving in the car. The conversation went something like this:
Me: I've been thinking about the issue of bullying lately. Didn't you say you had been bullied as a kid?
Dave: Ya. There were some knuckle heads who thought they were pretty tough.
Me: Was that really hard on your self esteem to go through that?
Dave: Ummm, I'm sure it was. There were some experiences that made me feel really bad for a while.
Me: Do you feel like the bullying shaped your life in some way?
Dave: It was hard, but here's the thing; I'm not going to blame someone else for how my life goes or how I feel about myself.
Such a simple statement, but, with that, I fell in love just a little bit more. Not because he's some tough guy who beats his chest and says he's impervious to pain, but because he takes total responsibility for his life. He is as stable as the day is long, I suspect, because he does not allow other people to determine his worth. I find that quality enormously sexy.
|I took this picture a couple years ago when we were on our way to St. Louis. We solve all the world's problems on our car rides.|
|I like him.|