Well, here I am. 43 years old (I think. I’m not trying to hide it, I just forget a lot :). There are so many things I’ve wanted to do in my life, and one of them has been to write. But God had things He had to do and let happen first. So He could get me to a place where I could be myself. Man, I’ve really wanted that too, I just had no clue how to get there. Not being me just made everything else I wanted to do not work right, so He just held me back until I could figure it out. And what I figured out was that I thought everyone took from me the ability to be me, but really, the truth was I handed myself over. I was always free, and I freely gave me away because I felt that gave me worth. I just had to figure that out so I could take me back.