Living has been rather uneventful for the most part. Got married at 25. Worked a career for 30+ years, bought a house, sold a house, bought another house ... the whole American catastrophe really. We raised two really cool kids. They were so much fun as kids. They still are now as adults. They are doing exactly what they want to be doing and are seeing what I would describe as success within their fields. I'm very happy for them and proud of them too. About five years ago I was minding my own business running my business when bad things happened. That morning I was doing fine. That afternoon I had no idea of who I was, where I was or how to speak. Stroke. Everything I had planned, everything I had in motion, everything I hoped. Gone. Just like that. Just that fast. I can speak now. I can walk again. I can drive a car. But the future is not so exciting. The damage caused at that moment is permanent, and revealed a much larger problem already at hand. I don't have time to be "right". I don't have time to prove that you are "wrong". I don't want to spend a minute trying to convert you, persuade you or enter into a debate on much of anything really. All that I am about is giving away that which is most precious to me, time, in hope that in doing such you (anyone, everyone) can catch a glimpse of the creator in me. It is my belief that if someone can see that of god in me that they will seek that of god within them. What else can we hope to achieve? Financially I am ruined. Health wise I am crippled. As for my future, it's a short road to a dark tunnel. In all of this I have found love, hope, peace, joy and freedom. However, in order to find the greater purpose in living, first I had to be ... broken.