It took me 33 years to see myself as good a man, as my Dad. He could have gotten me in... in his name. I felt I had to be the one to get there myself! I looked and tried, on all accounts; I found fraud, and deception. This is my second year coming as a Mason (3/31/07), and I am proud! Proud that I got myself in, proud that I knew how to tell the difference between Mason and "paper mason", proud that I could find the difference between man and Mason. Proud for the fact, I did find a Mason! The real thing isn't that hard to find, if you look. I came to the order as I felt I should. I love my Dad and everything he has taught me. His knowledge made me a Mason before I knew I was one! I have pride like few could ever understand. I was born to be what I am now. I can talk to anybody, friend or foe. By foe I mean "one who does not like me because they were taught not to", I make friends. My dad is the same, he taught me that "a man is still just a man". I had the upper hand though, I had Dad. How many can say that they are proud or obligated?