If I pop a stitch and bleed through, they can see that. If I'm limping harder, or favoring a side, they can see that. And there's no point in getting fixed and faking it, because it's good for me to know I can thrive through it, too. I'm not a man who needs to have every cut and bruise healed. It's good to know that I can live with some pain, that I can take a beating and get back up and hit back harder on my own because I won't always have someone with me. Because I also think that feeds into my attitude, and they can sense that, too.

[He's not budging on it, it makes sense to him. Quick fixes have their place, but not for every purpose.]

Me, too. Let's clean up and put the fire out, and then we can get going.