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The game knows when you respect it. Not when you use it, when you serve it. Quarterback is a platform. Not a crown. It gives you a microphone, a spotlight, a responsibility. And the moment you treat it like it owes you something, it starts taking things away. When...

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Dustin

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My son, One day, when you're older, you will come across this post and this video of the two of us walking up into the mountains. I hope you watch it more than once. We always begin the same way. You go bounding off ahead, certain the whole mountain belongs to you, and for a little while it does. Then the path gets steep. The air gets thinner and your legs get tired. You stop, you turn, and you look back at me and say: Dad, is the view really worth it? I will tell you a secret. I ask myself the same question. I'm climbing my own mountains you can't see yet, fighting things I hope you never have to fight, and some days the weight of it all feels like more than I can carry. Mom and I both put on a brave face, but it isn't always brave underneath. There are mornings I feel I am carrying the whole mountain rather than walking up it. But that's not a flaw in you or me, it just is what the journey is. You will meet climbs that burn your legs, there will be days when every step asks more than you think you have, and there will be MANY MANY times when turning back seems the only sensible thing thing to do ...don't be ashamed of wanting to. Everyone wants to turn back. But WANTING to turn back, and not doing it... well my son, that is the stuff strength is made of. There will be days when everything feels uphill. When the world feels unfair, and you’ll wonder why it has to be so hard. The summit will never stoop to meet you and the path cannot be talked into being shorter. What changes... what is changing in you even now while you're reading this, and especially on days that feel like nothing but insane amount of work and heartache... ...is YOU. You are the thing that grows. The world stays gloriously, stubbornly large, and you rise to meet it. So climb. Not because it is easy, but because you were made for the climbing. And when at last you stand in the high place with the wind in your face and the whole green country spread beneath you, you will understand something that cannot be told to a man but only shown to him: that every aching step was a kind of payment, and the view was the thing it had been buying all along. It will not feel like a reward. It will feel like coming home to a country you have never been to, and somehow always missed. I will be there. Lower on the trail by then, most likely. Slower. Catching my breath against a stone. But I will be watching you go up, and there will be no prouder man on the entire freaking mountain than me... the man who is proud of the boy who simply will not stop putting one foot in front of the other. Keep climbing, son. I am always on the trail. I love you, Dad

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