There was a time when a man was needed.
He may have enlisted or he may have waited for the draft notice millions of men received:
“Greeting: you are hereby ordered to report for induction in the Armed Forces…” He sacrificed years, and sometimes life itself, because he was needed.
There was a time when a man’s muscle and endurance were needed on the job. When a working stiff could pull back-to-back shifts and come home bone-tired, knowing that he and his wife could support their family, knowing he could face his in-laws and his neighbors.
There was a time — before our families were turned upside down — when a man was needed as a father.
That was before nearly one out of three American fathers, for reasons better or worse, no longer lived with his children, before sons suspected they wouldn’t be needed as parents.
There was a time when a man would be trusted to lend a hand in his community.
But that was before Harvey and Bill and Bill and Bill and Garrison and Donald made innocent men guilty by association. As if there wasn’t already enough to deal with.
A man is not needed now the way he was in the past. We have our work cut out for us. 
