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Pride

Mike and I first met at his audition for faire. He must have been 11 or 12 years old, a little quite but energetic kid. He made cast and over the next couple of months he impressed nearly every person he worked with. Over the next several of years, I became his mentor, teacher and friend. He never failed any challenge I put in front of him. Most people I know would agree with me on that. Yesterday he called me to tell me he has been accepted as a trainee in the Fort Worth Fire Academy. I am as proud of him as were he my own brother.

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He will be a fine little smoke eater and I am busting with pride, too!

Yep, proud on a silly level. And so should you be, because you did have a part in him turning into a fine young man.

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