When I was 13, my mom had her fourth child, Justin Cephus Worrell. It was like having a real, live doll baby. I’m afraid that I did quite a bit of spoiling. I read and sang to and rocked that little baby. Then I tickled and teased that toddler. When he was a young boy, we played in the yard and did homework together. Those days don’t seem that long ago to me, but tomorrow night he will be graduating from high school, and in just a few short weeks, leaving for Parris Island. Congratulations, Justin! You weigh heavily in my prayers as you begin this journey called Manhood. I love you.