The idea that we as Scout leaders have a job to do, while we teach and coach these young men camping skills, character, and life skills in general, we are also tasked with teaching them to be men. Yes MEN. This may seem obvious and some may ask where I would find that in Scouting literature, and you may not find it. But look at the program, since the beginning. It has always been about the virtues or manliness. As I grew up my Dad tought me to be a man. And that is not to say just a member of the species. Respect, Honor, Duty, Courtesy.. those types of things. Standing up for what is right, defending the weak, treating women with respect, treating everyone with dignity and compassion. Having a strong heart and faith and exercising both your brain and your brawn when the right situation for them came up.
I was allowed as a boy to be a boy and explore and grow. To take risk and learn. This allowed me to become a man. Scouting was a major part of that. It tought me the Scout Law and Oath, great rules for all men to live by. These rules and promises were consistent with my faith and upbringing and as a result I was not conflicted in the direction that I should go to become a man. I had great role models. Teachers, Coaches, Scout leaders, and my Dad, who through there collective actions thought me to be a man.
Now it is my turn, as a Dad and a Scoutmaster to teach young men those qualities of being a man. It is the job of the Scoutmaster as he teaches Character, Citizenship, and Fitness to add to that manliness. He does this through his actions and example.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
Have a Great Scouting Day!