I’m very proud of my son today. Not just because he scored two of the three goals in a shut out game, but because of his courage. He chose not to be manipulated by peer pressure. As I sat in that stands before the game, I looked out onto the field and saw that the entire soccer team was kneeling, heads bowed, in prayer–except for one. One lone student remained standing–my son. I wish I could have gotten a picture. I would have posted it here, but you get the picture. We’ve never discussed the pre game prayer before. I’m not even sure if they do it all the time–it is a public school after all, but there he was, standing, head unbowed, hands behind his back, patiently waiting for the rest of the team to finish. He could have just knelt down and not prayed, but I believe he wanted to make a statement–he doesn’t believe in a god. He does not believe in the power of prayer. It was so nice to see him exhibit strength and courage and believe me, on his high school campus, it took those two virtues to do what he did and he was rewarded with two goals…rewarded by god? No, rewarded by hard work. I could not have loved him more at that moment.