|I wasn't allowed to shoot my Stevens 20-gauge until I was eight years old.|
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So, I'm a healthy guy. So, what?
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A few weeks ago, my daughter said she was going out. I asked, "Where are you going, dear?"
She answered, "Dad, I'm 17-years old. I can take care of myself."
I responded, "I know you're a responsible young lady, but I care about you. It's extremely unlikely that anything will happen. If there is any problem, though, I want to know where to find you."
I continued, "I'm a grown man, but when I go to a place I've never been before or if I meet someone I've never met before, like the first time I go on a date with a woman or a business meeting, do you know what I do?"
"I call or text (my oldest friend) Billy, and tell him the name of the person I'm meeting, the address, and anywhere else I plan to go."
"Really?" my daughter asked.
"Yes, Sweetie. Every time," I started. "I do it just in case some really crazy thing happens like an accident or a misunderstanding or something else, I want someone who I trust to know where I am and help me out. Billy knows where I am because I know he has my back. Because I love you, your sister, and your brother, I have your back. I need to make sure everything is covered. Get it?"
My daughter said, "I'll be at Emma's house. The address is . . . "