A It really hit me because they were values and morals that I had seen in my father that he had been teaching me since I can remember. All along I was just thinking that my father was just a nice, understanding, and down to Earth kind of guy.
BINGO! My dad died when I was a little over 14 years old. I knew he was a mason, that most of the men in my family from both sides were masons, and that I came from a very long line of masons reaching all the way back to Germany and Scotland. What I didn't understand until I got into the craft and, more specifically the Scottish Rite, was that the principles taught me by my mother and father were exactly those I find in the craft. What an eye-opener that was! And believe me, those principles weren't always in line with those of my friends and neighbors. Often I thought of why we had different views that some of folks around us. What was different since we were living in the same environment, culture, and time.
I became a Mason for one simple reason. Men I respected, were Masons.