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Leo didn’t flinch. “Every time I try to talk to you, you just narrate over me. I needed someone to see that I’m actually here.”
“What is there to see?” David’s voice rose again. “A father trying to give his son a future? I’ve got the college applications ready. I’ve talked to the dean at the business school. You have the grades to be anything you want!”
“You’ve been broadcasting our business to the street?”
“I want to be an EMT,” Leo said.
“An EMT?” David repeated. “You want to drive an ambulance for peanuts? You want to spend your nights kneeling in the dirt with total strangers?”
“For people who actually need help.”
“You are capable of so much more,” David shot back. “If it’s medicine you’re interested in, then become a doctor, a surgeon. You could have a life that commands respect. Something stable.”
“You want to drive an ambulance for peanuts?”
“Stable isn’t the same thing as meaningful, Dad,” Leo said.
David sat heavily on the arm of a chair and laughed bitterly.
“Meaning won’t pay rent, buy groceries, or pay the utility bill.” He looked at his hands, which were rough and calloused despite the pressed shirts. “I worked construction after I graduated because my father couldn’t keep the lights on.”
“I’m not—”
“Meaning won’t pay rent, buy groceries, or pay the utility bill.”
“I swore to myself,” David raised his voice to speak over Leo, “that my son would never have to feel that kind of weight.”
“I’m not scared of the weight,” Leo said. “And I’m not ungrateful. But I don’t want to wake up at 50 and realize I spent my life doing something I hate just because it was safe.”
I shifted my weight, my knee giving a sharp, dry protest.
“I’m not scared of the weight.”
“In the service, the men people remembered the most weren’t the ones with the medals. They were the medics. It takes a special kind of steel to be the person who kneels beside a stranger on the worst day of their life and tells them it’s going to be okay.”
Leo’s gaze was fixed on me, his jaw set.
“That’s not the same thing,” David said, though the edge was gone from his tone.
“No,” I agreed. “It isn’t war, but it is service. You raised a boy who wants to be the one people look for when things go bad. Most fathers would find a way to be proud of that.”
“You raised a boy who wants to be the one people look for when things go bad.”
That was the final straw.
David looked around the room at the overturned table, at me, and finally at his son. He looked at the
“I’m not trying to crush you, Leo,” David said finally. “I’m really not. I’m just trying to shield you from the struggle.”
“I’d rather struggle for something that matters to me.”
The air in the room changed then.
That was the final straw.
I moved toward the door. “Pressure can build strength, David, but if you don’t know when to let off the gas, it just makes dust. You’ve got a good man standing right in front of you. Don’t break him.”
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