About three years ago, I decided to tell my father that I didn't want to do Boy Scouts. It wasn't that it was uncool (though it certainly was not cool), but that all of my older friends had aged out of the Troop and everyone who was left was young, immature, and wouldn't listen to the voice of Authoritah. I articulated my thoughts in such a way that I thought he would agree with me for sure. Instead, he got angry and wouldn't talk to me for two days. In the end, I apologized and told him I would still do Scouts.
Since then, I have not been a Boy Scout for myself. It just doesn't interest me. Everything that I have done I have done for my father. In one sense, I owe it to him. For all that his has given me, for all of the sacrifices he has made for me, I owe him at least this much. I came to the realization last night that I only have one more year left. I only have one more year to get Eagle Scout, and whoever the hell I do it for, I only have one more year. I've come this far, and I want to make it to the end.
Yes, even if it kills me.
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I really wish your decision to stay with the program had come in a more pleasant way. It seems you have found your own reasons to be an Eagle. Best of luck to you. Look for the joy in the journey. As an Eagle Scout and father of three Eagles, I know you will find that it was worth it.
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