I’ve been asked to be a godfather and, Marlon Brando jokes aside, holy cannoli.
When the heck did I grow up? Even the shadow of that kind of responsibility shifts your perspective of the world. I care for the kid a great deal and want nothing more than to see him grow into a man and keep the wonder of the world that he has intact. But to be responsible for him if the worst should happen?
I have no hesitation about my decision, but now I have one more reason I shouldn’t ride a bike into the grand canyon. I guess that means becoming one of the first astronauts on Mars is out too.