[X&Y Emily] What A REAL Man Looks Like

Published: Thu, 04/19/18


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IN THIS ISSUE:  Just in case there's any confusion on the matter,
it's time to talk about what a man SHOULD be like.  This about
covers it, y'all.

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WHAT A REAL MAN LOOKS LIKE


[NOTE:  Remember, the story below is originally from back
in 2009.  Everyone's okay!]

Today I was reminded of a newsletter that Scot sent out to his
guys a while back.

The events he speaks of in it occurred nearly nine years ago now,
but I truly believe his words will warm your heart as much they
did mine when I first read them.  

This is ESPECIALLY true if you have ever found yourself wondering
if "all men are the same" or if "there are any good ones left".

So I'm reprinting what he wrote here and sending it to you.

Take heart, ladies.  Everything you are about to read is 100% true.
The REAL MEN are still out there, and they're all about virtue.

But for now, enjoy the story below (and yes...everyone involved
really did turn out to be okay).

By the way, if after reading what follows you find yourself extra
excited about finding a great guy of your own, remember that my
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THE DAY THE REAL MEN SHOWED UP --by Scot McKay


Yesterday, Emily and Junior were in a car accident.  

Both of them are just fine, I'm happy to report...not even a little
sore.  But "The Short Bus" (aka Emily's bright yellow SUV) took a
wicked beating.  

Someone ran a stop sign, hit Emily's front driver's-side quarter
panel and that was pretty much the end of the road for "The Short
Bus".  

Time to call the tow truck.

Now, that's not to say Emily wasn't more than a little shaken up by
the whole thing.  So much so that when I answered the phone back at
the office, I was greeted by a male voice.

"Hello, is this Mr. McKay?"

"Yes, that's me.  How may I help you?"

"Well, the VERY FIRST thing I want to tell you is that your wife
and son are JUST FINE.  But there's been an accident, and they need
you to come pick them up."

Emily had been too emotional to dial the phone.  Thankfully, the
guy who had called me up saw the whole thing transpire, rushed
to make sure everyone was okay, and made it a point to help in any
way he could...which he most certainly did.

By this time, as you might imagine, my priorities had experienced
an immediate adjustment, and off I rushed to the scene.

When I got there, I immediately found Emily and gave her a big hug,
of course.  

Next, a grandfatherly gentleman of about 70 caught my attention.
He was holding my son.  

"You must be Dad", he said with a smile.

Handing my boy to me, he said, "There you go, champ...Your Daddy's
here just like we told you he would be."  

His wife looked on with utter adoration for her heroic husband.

Just then, when the dust cleared from the realization of how
thankful I am for not just the safety of but the very existence of
those closest to me, another gentleman caught my attention.

"You must be Mr. McKay.  I just wanted you to know that I'm glad
everyone was okay.  I saw everything happen, and have given the
police my story.  Man, you just never like to see stuff like this
happen.  Can I help you move any of your gear from her truck to
yours?"

He had been at the wheel of another car nearby when the accident
occurred, but stopped to lend a hand.  I thanked him for his help,
and took him up on his offer.

Just then, the police sergeant on the scene approached and thanked
me for getting there so quickly.  He was a stocky, stereotypically
Texan guy.

"Well, Mr. McKay, obviously any accident is a bit traumatic, so
it's great to know Mrs. McKay and your son had someone like you to
come fetch them up.  Please know that we've all done what we could
to keep them comfortable until you got here, and we're busy filling
out the reports so you can be on your way as soon as possible."

Shortly thereafter, the tow truck arrived.

The first words out of his mouth to me were, "Man, is everyone okay?"

Upon reassuring him of such, he responded with, "Well I'm glad to
hear it.  You've got enough on your plate...I'll take care of the
truck for you so you can concentrate on your lady and your baby.
All I need to know is where you want me to tow the vehicle, and you
can consider it done."

And it was.

I gathered Emily and Jr. into my pickup truck, with one more kiss
on the forehead for good measure, and took them home...driving with
extra care for some odd reason.

Once home, Junior quickly fell asleep for his overdue afternoon
nap.  Meanwhile, I mixed my beautiful wife a SERIOUS "adult
beverage" and drew her a warm bath.  Soon she was just as relaxed
as the boy.

"Thank you for being in my life", she said.  "You were my knight in
shining armor today.  Then again, you always are.  You're amazing.
Thank you."

Of course, that series of words is among the sweetest in the
English language to any high quality man.  

Sure, yesterday was a particularly wild day.  And yes, I did the right
thing.

But the reason I'm bothering to write you about the whole brouhaha
is WAY, WAY more important.

And that's this:  Literally every other guy involved with what
happened yesterday afternoon did the right thing, also.  And it rocked
the house.

Listen, there's a lot of press out there about how men are at best
wimps who fail to stand up when called upon.  

At worst, men are considered by a small but very vocal minority to
be little more than "Neanderthals" who care only about themselves,
consider a woman a disposable commodity, and generally make the
world a more miserable place.

But I tell you this:  If you've read what I've shared with you
today and are raising your hand saying, "Wait, man...I would have
done the SAME THING were I there yesterday", I honestly believe
you more accurately represent the NORM than the EXCEPTION.

Most men want to do what's right.  And to a man with his head
screwed on straight, "what's right" means being a helping hand to
anyone in need (man, woman OR child), finding solutions to
problems, and generally getting the job done...whatever that job
may be.

In fact, I think if you were to ask any of the guys who touched
yesterday's incident in some way, I think all of them would say
they were flat-out glad to help.  

If you dug a little deeper, you may even get them to admit that it
made them feel just a bit MORE like a MAN to be involved.

We're naturally wired at our core to be providers and protectors.

Certainly Emily was appreciative.  But even the glow on the
countenance of the older man's wife as he handed my boy over to me
safe and sound said it all.

So how about it?  Were all these guys "Mr. Nice Guy" yesterday?

Absolutely not.  

They responded to an imminent challenge with compassion and
purpose, genuinely expecting nothing in return other than the
pure satisfaction and adrenaline rush of having had the
opportunity in the moment to make a positive difference.

And that has "real man" written all over it.

Here it is:  Being a man is not only a total blast, it's important.
And all the real women out there recognize that fact...intimately.


Be Good,

Scot McKay


P.S.  This morning, my insurance agent called.  The first thing he
said was, "I'm calling to see if Emily and Jr. are alright."   

The next thing he said was, "Listen man, reading through this report,
it looks like the other driver was at fault.  If you have any
problems at all with the other insurance company along the way,
give me a call."

There truly was nothing in it for him other than doing the right
thing and making sure all was taken care of.  Nice.




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