This approach is even at a mundane level not right edfort
It is replete with protestamt self sacrifice and is not worthy of this once in a lifetime life.
Find another narrative located in self care and humility.
And I say this as one who has fallen hard on the hubris of valiant struggle.
When ma son was wee he said to me it a huff da a don't love you and a said tae him son a love you no matter wit and that stopped the hissy fit.
And writtin this in the vernacular of ma scots tongue is an expression in an' off itself of me mettin ma authentic need fir expression assumin the wirld will accept me as who a um.
At the door my son face bloodied. "Its not as bad as it looks, dad."
Separated during the attack I found his friend unhurt.
Enraged I went looking.
A solitary bumble bee jumpered gang member on a street corner stood.
We pretended to each the other a not knowing.
Then I saw him. As my son. Someone's son.
Unable to add to the suffering I walked away.
The police later "caught one" some father's son.
On Dec 23, 2025 James wrote on Who Is The One That Counts?, by Theodore Roosevelt: