A little girl at Walmart grabbed my tattooed arm and whispered, “Daddy’s trying to hurt Mommy.”

But to Addison, I’m just Grandpa Bear: the man who didn’t walk away, the one who protected her when no one else could.

That day in the cereal aisle gave a tired, scarred old man a purpose worth every mile, every fight, every tear.

Sometimes, the scariest-looking person in the room is the safest person to run to. That knowledge is the only legacy I need.