When a journey begins, the best part is never knowing how it will end. Let me try to be as poignant as possible when stating this: When I started my life, I had no idea where I would end up and I still don’t. That being said, my life has taken many drastic turns in the past quarter-century and they have all been fantastic, leading me closer to the end of my path. Don’t get me wrong, I am far from death. I believe that I will live into my nineties and get to see what happens to the rest of you. I also believe that there is no small coincidence, only gigantic leaps of faith that give us all power to keep moving forward.
I began as an infant. I swallowed the milk and grew to a boy. I ate the vegetables and grew to a teenager. I ingested all sorts of things not limited to high fructose corn syrup and still bled with the best of them. I powered through my adolescence and ended up a young strapping adult. When this happened, I was confronted with a choice. Whether to keep moving in a scholarly direction, or become a man of the land. Of course there is no black and white in life so I mixed my own cocktail of education and free wheelin’. I ended up doing some time in a state institution (community college) and worked random jobs to pay my meager bills and stay fed. All those previous actions steered me towards a beautiful two years in university where I got my degree, learned to shit or get off the pot and taught myself what it means to try. I did not have it particularly hard, and I still don’t.