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As a boy, I felt "the maverick" running wild in my veins. My heroes were the gunfighters of the 1960's spaghetti westerns and I reveled in their daredevil manhood. Like them, no one could tell me what to do and I pushed the envelope in every way. As I grew into a man I always felt like a leader, but didn't necessarily see anyone I thought was worth following. I needed someone to follow that encouraged my willingness to be marked as different and set apart from the crowd. To really man up, I needed to be led where was I weakest. In righteousness, truthfulness, boldness, faithfulness, loyalty...