That was the honor guard at our wedding.

They had not come because they were ordered to.

They had come because a man they owed a debt they could never repay was marrying a woman whose own father was about to call him worthless, and they were not going to let that stand unanswered.

They had come to say, with thirty raised swords, the thing my father could not comprehend: that this was not a nobody.

This was the most somebody they had ever known.

I have kept, in the years since, a clear picture of one small thing from that chapel, and I take it out and look at it when the world tries to tell me again that worth is measured in dollars.