In kindergarten, I wanted to be a fireman or an astronaut. Because I was left-handed and slow, I played first base in rec league, sometimes batting cleanup. Nothing beats a postgame hotdog and Coke in a wax cup. In high school, I played trombone and left tackle (my sophomore year, we were 0-10…oomph). I was selected by the student government to offer the benediction at graduation, which looking back may have been a sign of things to come. I spent about 15 minutes deciding what I would do with the rest of my life. I had decent grades in math and science and so headed off to Georgia Tech to become an electrical engineer.
When I first met my wife, she was in nursing school on the other side of the interstate in Atlanta. We dated for a while but as summer approached, she told me she needed some space and headed off to New York. July that same year, I went to Mexico City as an exchange student and was there until December. When we reconnected almost 4 years later, she had been working night shifts in an ER in South Carolina. I, however, was not the engineer she had previously dated. I wasn’t fireman or an astronaut either. I was a youth pastor in south Georgia. She married me anyway.
We have two boys and two girls. We’ve had 3 dogs, lived in 6 different homes, and served 3 churches. She’s sent me to school twice more and we have lots of stories. Maybe some of these stories will appear in this blog. There are times that I feel like sharing a word or two about life. I’ve read other blogs and some of them are good. They inspire me. They challenge me. They encourage me. Others? Well, they’re just posts by people who don’t have a good place to vent. I don’t want this to be a complaint column, though I’m sure I will be opinionated from time to time. Mostly, I hope this blog will serve as a place to gather my thoughts. If you are at all interested in what I write, then that’ll just add to the whole experience. If something I say inspires you, then wonderful! But, if you just read this because as a friend, you want to be nice…well, I can live with that, too.
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