I’ve grown up in a world that repeatedly mentioned that the day I become a man-I will no longer exist. Good but not perfect, I’ve noticed whenever I do something wrong there is always a voice in the background quick to to tell me that it’s ok because I’m only being who I was I was born to be. I disagree. Who you want me to be will never be the person I downgrade to. So I’m viewed as an outcast for defying their stereotypes. Exiled, I haven’t been banished with the word good on my face but I can’t help reinforcing who I am through my actions. Daily I say thank you as if it’s on repeat and cannot help holding the door for a woman even if she’s 20 paces away. I’ll wait. I address women with respect even if the one they go home to may not. I tell the one who means the world to me that she’s greater than that. Simply-she’s is my universe. While others compliment her on how pretty she is-I thank her for being special. I’ve reinforced so much that the days she’s at her lowest she will never dare question her importance to our lives. A quality, strangers are too impatient to find out and only the privilege like myself fully experience. I can’t help being a good man. I don’t pat myself on the back for being one but I do pat myself down from time to time to make sure…that I a good man…still exist.