The other day, I bought a Superman graphic novel. I read simply to fly off to another world but a part of the novel brought me back home, even closer than how I was to begin with. At some point, Jonathan Kent died alone in the middle of the fields because Clark was out fighting for good. At the funeral, Clark was made to say a couple things about his father

“Jonathan Kent taught me that the strong have to stand up for the weak and that bullies don’t like being bullied back. He taught me that a good heart is worth more than all the money in the bank. He taught me about life and death. And he showed me by example how to be tough, and how to be kind and how to dream of a better world. He taught me that the measure of a man lies not in what he says but what he does. Those are lessons I’ll never forget.

The measure of a man lies not in what he says, but in what he does. After that passage and a message from a friend, I lost my voice. I’ve never been much of a person to speak for myself. There were many times in the past when people have said and thought bad things about me. I never and will never defend myself. In time, we will see who is right. If I be wrong, I hope I learn my lesson.

But regardless, it is true you might be able to get a word in for yourself but only time could prove what’s right and what’s wrong. At this time, I am going through a seemingly endless array of tests. This is my answer: my life is my word.