I was born to write.
I write not to inspire others, which may sound selfish but within the realm of my reality. I simply have not reached that point of vanity. I write because I’m not good at small talk. Words flourish better when they bleed from the end of my pen. This book is for you - my friends and my family, you who rejoiced with me during the good times, who stood by me during the bad, and who never passed judgment, but merely accepted. The times I spent with you were the precious beads and pieces that arranged themselves in the colorful tapestry of my life.
In the summer of 2001, I said goodbye to my old life and began a journey of rebuilding my broken life. It was a most rewarding time. I reconnected with my family and old friends. I gained fresh insights. I learned that life could knock me down, hard, but I had no need to stay down. I am a survivor.
I have lost a lot through the years and I can no more erase the memories than I can erase the pale moon from the heavens. These are my pages. Good or bad, I don’t want to lose the feelings that gave color to my existence.
I’m publishing this book because I want to give something back to my friends and my family. I have reached the point of my life when I finally understand what gratitude means.