There is no better time

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It seems often in my life I will want to do something for quite sometime, but never really engage to begin. I wonder is it procrastination, laziness or fear? 

Or is it just not the right time yet? Hmmm. It feels like there is something on that.

As my family will attest to, I am not very good at the english language, (my native language). My grammar is juvenile at best and my spelling worse, but, I do love to tell a story. I have been told for years that I need to write a book of the adventures I've been privileged to live through. I actually have always felt that was true, but just never could seem to get started. 

It's time.

This is my start. Maybe it is not so-much a book, but more like chapters from my life, coming at various speeds, when the story seems appropriate and certainly not in chronological order. But I've been commissioned to tell the stories for they are important. The stories belong to the future; they are the building blocks for generations to build on. Foundations to test life, engage it and improve on. My hope is my stories will encourage the reader to go live their life. How? Just do it. Live it. The path will unfold in front of you as you step out. I know it is easier said than done, (or is it?) but whether young or old, life is begging you to engage it, laugh in it, breath it in and stretch it out. I hope these writings will inspire you in some way, big or small. I know my great grandfathers stories beckoned me to find my own path. 

I hope you enjoy these writings. I pray they won't be offensive, please forgive me when you don't agree, and chuckle with me when I somehow land on my feet over and over again. My stories are real, I assure you, they may be colorful, but I lived them and they are so crazy I don't need to add to them. Many of my stories include parts that I am not advocating to you, or especially my children. Some of the things I did were just stupid and I hope you learn from my mistakes, and celebrate with me my successes. But I need to tell the stories because in them you will start to see as I have that I was never alone. I was very blind to my guide through most my life, but I always seemed to know I had been amazingly protected. I am almost 62 years young at the time of this writing, and I have lived quite a life. Every breath has served an amazing purpose of pointing me to the one who has loved me from the foundations of the earth. Let's call Him the Lover of My Soul. I'll call Him Daddy.

Fasten your seatbelt, keep your arms in the ride at all times and stay tuned.

Here we go!

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