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  • Two years ago I put this jacket on for the first time. It was a time where I was feeling life's thorns while smelling the sweet smell of its roses. I remember the pain in my knee after tearing my ACL and I remember the deep love in my heart for a good friend who had come into my life.
    I just got back from that same house where I took this picture. It is my wife's birthmother's home, in their bathroom. Volumes of my life have happened since then. I barely recognize the person in this photo, but I remember that love in my heart and the pain in my knee.
    I wonder if I was afraid of moving forward or if I was so excited that I couldn't wait to get wherever was next!!

    Sometimes, when I look into mirrors and at pictures of myself I question the significance of my own life. I question it because I wrestle with a single aim that has always challenged my brain: to become famous. When in my fantasy of fame, I am giving to the community that adores me. The wrestling twists me between ambition and generosity and too often I forget how neither of these requires fame! I am guilty of chasing credit for the deeds I do and the impact I make.. but nothing brings me greater happiness than doing something on the sneak and watching them squirm with their aim at who to deliver their thanks.

    These random acts of paying it forward.. opening a door for a stranger, acknowledging someone for their bravery, buying coffee for the person next in line.. there is a real magic that brings happiness back 10 fold.

    I've still got so much to learn about all this.
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