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Reliable.

It’s kind of a dull word.

And it can be seen as a dull thing to be.

Reliable.

Brilliant. Inspiring. Innovative. Daring. Much more exciting terms, right?

But without reliable people, it doesn’t matter how brilliant, how inspiring, how daring, how innovative you may be.

Reliable people allow brilliance, inspiration, daring and innovation to be more than just empty words.

Reliable people get the work done.

Ten reliable people can accomplish more than an entire roomful of brilliant, inspirational, daring innovators.

In my world, there is no higher compliment I can pay to someone than to call them reliable.

Competence is important, of course, but competence can be developed.

Reliability is more of a core quality. It’s not something you can learn, it’s something you are.

Preston Garvey was reliable.

He was a lot of other things, of course.

Idealistic. Optimistic. Enthusiastic. Sympathetic.

Honest. Earnest. Stalwart. Resilient.

Ferocious. Kind. Generous. Wise.

But at his core, he was reliable.

He wasn’t brilliant.

He wasn’t inspiring.

He wasn’t daring.

He wasn’t innovative.

But he was a good soldier. A good man. A good friend.

And damn, was he reliable.

For over ten years I relied on him.

While I raced around the Commonwealth fighting fires… or lighting them… I relied on him to hold the fort.

I relied on him to teach others what I had taught him.

I relied on him to build a self-sufficient citizenry, capable of knowing when to call for help, when to rush to help others, and when to help their own damn selves.

I relied on him to take care of the little problems so I could attempt to solve the big ones.

I relied on him to do what was needed or die trying.

Last week he died trying.

But I’m gonna keep relying on him.

Because every one of you are here because of the work he did.

Every one of you has the standard he set to live up to.

Can I rely on you?
 
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This one was interesting to write.

Most of the time, when I'm writing as Jonas, I essentially transcribe what he says in my head. I do very little revising, and no restructuring. I want it to feel like somebody talking. Somebody smart and fairly eloquent, but nevertheless I'm trying for naturalistic speech.

Here, he's delivering a eulogy that he spent some time on. I gave myself license to revise and restructure, as he would have done.
 
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