Real Men
Photo by Duffy Brook on Unsplash A couple of months ago, my husband and I visited our son’s family and attended our grandchildren’s soccer games. In one of these games the players were young, and their coaches were allowed to be right out on the field with them. One of the coaches was a tall man, well over six feet, who sported a short buzz haircut hinting that he might be a member of the military stationed at a nearby naval base. The muscles in his legs and arms were well defined, and even with his T-shirt on, it was obvious that his chest was similarly muscular. His voice, as he called out encouragement and instructions to his team, was so deep it seemed to come from down within him and rumble out over the field. He was, in short, a very masculine human being, but it wasn’t this which planted him in my memory. Rather it was an incident which took place during the game.