When I was three days old, my dad sat me down at the kitchen table. He set a coconut in front of me and said, "Son, if you want to survive in this world, you need to be a man."
He said that I had to open and eat that coconut or I would die of starvation. And you know what? At three days old, I opened and ate that coconut.
My dad went to the neighborhood bar that night, as he did every Monday-Thursday for the first 20 years of my life. But that night was different; that night was special. My dad told all the guys at the bar that he had a son, and his son was a real man.
Thanks Dad, for letting me be your son.