I choose to vaccinate my child. It’s because I failed at pre-med. It was too hard for me, so I know how ridiculously smart nurses and doctors are who make it through. That’s why I trust them.
As I expect my first child, there’s this enormous weight of responsibility, of caring for another human being that’s completely dependent on you. But beyond the thought of just trying to keep this child alive, there’s another immense responsibility I feel.
It’s shaping the kind of man that my son will grow up into. I want to be intentional about the man he becomes. So as I prepare to be a father to my son, Emerson, I’ve decided to focus on 3 things that I hope to instill into his character.
At around 9pm, I stood in the international terminal of LAX with a group of people I hardly knew. Some I had just met that evening. But they were my people, my tribe.
In nervous anticipation, we scanned the crowds looking for the people we were waiting for. The only problem was we didn’t really know who we were looking for. We had never seen these people either.
In another life, I might have been poor. I might have been malnourished. I might have worked long days to make $14 a month. I might have grown up in a post-war environment and been one of the 100,000 people killed from undetonated landmines. I might have struggled under a repressive government.
But I didn’t. It’s all because of the sacrifice of others on my part. I am in the top 1% of the richest people in the world. And I don’t deserve any of it.
A lot of people go through some kind of life stage crisis when they turn 30. Youth is idealized in your twenties, and hitting that 3-0 is seen as going downhill. I’m not experiencing much of that. I think I hit my first life crisis at 25 – you know, the whole quarter century thing. Instead, I’m pretty optimistic and want to share what I’m hoping to do.