What's in a name?

As his father and I were looking through the baby name book we came across Justin. The meaning, it said, was "The Just and the Upright." We liked the meaning and a few months later Justin was born.
Eight years later when his father and I divorced he took it upon himself to be the man of the house. This was exceedingly important to him. He wanted the responsibility. At 8 years of age he thought it was the right thing to do. He continued in that role in spite of me repeatedly telling him that he was a child and should be enjoying it; that we didn't need a man of the house. He would have none of it. He was our petite protector.

A few years later after he completed two years of confirmation classes for church the day was almost upon us. I had been out at a meeting for the event. When I arrived home he met me on the stairs blurting out, "I can't go through with it." I asked what he couldn't go through with. "Confirmation," he said. We sat down and had a talk. Being confirmed in the church, to him, meant he had to live a Godly life, be perfect. I explained to him that God didn't expect mortals to be perfect but to just try and follow His example and that He would forgive us when we slipped.
Wide eyed he said, "I can do that!" He was confirmed 3 days later and was very proud of it.

Another instance, a more somber one, was when he was serving in Iraq. He was well aware of the dangers but felt the need to serve his country. He had plenty of work to do there but he volunteered to serve in the Honor Guard and to do what most didn't want to do. He honored our soldiers who gave the ultimate sacrifice then helped lift their flag draped coffins into the cargo planes that would take them home to rest. It shook him to the core and he shed many tears but it was The Just and the Upright thing to do.