Take the Bridle Off.

My dad used to say to me, “Son, Take the bridle off.” He’d say too, “Whatever happens son, you’ve got to get up, wipe that blood from the corner of your mouth, and get back in the ring.” “No fear,” he’d say. Of course, he was right. He was a great man. He taught me a lot. How to be a man. To always come from a place of power. My power. And that real men have empathy for everyone. Yes. Everyone.