So today I am 42 years old. Years ago, I told a friend of mine that I had done nothing special with my life. He laughed. He said to me, that he had known no one who really didn't care about what others thought: That I would dress how I felt, that I would act how I felt, that I was a true rebel and that I lived my life with Passion. I still am not sure I agree with him totally. I do agree that I always felt like an outcast and that I felt proud that I was not part of any opressive or "stuck up' group.
I wanted to play an instrument. I bought a bass guitar. Just before I gave it up to raise a family, I was able to play in front of about 5000 people.
I am published having written about 10 articles for the Catholic News which is distributed to several caribbean countries.
I am the manager of the tallest privately owned buildign in the southern caribbean.
I served on many positions of a small credit union, having chaired 2 AGMs.
I married a fantastic woman and have 4 amazing children.
I suprise myself, when I look back, especially about my comming out as a Catholic. I say that because I was always afraid to commit myself to being an active catholic. You see, I always saw myself as a terrible sinner and not worthy to be a model of His love. I still see myself that way, however I decided that it is good to try and everyday I will get better at it until I make that full comittment.
YEARS FROM NOW!
Now, in 20 years time I see myself as a Galdalf sort of Character. Or Maybe an Obi-Wan type. That is old man with a beard and a walking stick, at peace with the world, but powerful in the (Holy) Spirit and passionate for God's work- That is, by Gods grace.
So Happy Birthday to me... and my God bless me with many more years and lots of passion!