kick rocks, 2008

2008 has been a year of revolution for me. I don’t think I have experienced as much clarity of life as I have this year. This December 31, 2008, I am reflective in a myriad of ways. Celebratory while sad, reminiscent while looking ahead, mournful while hopeful, and excited while nervous.

I won’t join the mass bloggers making top 10 lists and whatnot. What I will do is say thank you to all of you who have seen some obscure reason to read my words and thoughts in 2008. I am deeply appreciative for each and every one of you. I hope that something that I shared was as encouraging to you as your participation (both public and private) was to me.

I have grown immensely as a man and as a father. I have made many mistakes and learned a lot about relationships – healthy and otherwise. I have seen hello almost as much as I have dreaded goodbye. I have witnessed a revolution as I have been given to want to be a part of that revolution.

2009 looms with so much hope and the unexpected as many of my friends and family and fellow Americans are jobless or near homeless. I join you in petitioning God to not forget us. I join you in thankfulness. I join you in glaring hope.

Kick rocks, 2008.

Welcome, 2009.

stark statements

Yesterday, I got hit by a bus.”

That statement has such an impact (no pun intended) to the reader because he or she immediately thinks of death and carnage and higher insurance rates. Yesterday, I discovered that you can get hit by a bus and not die or get hurt. You can get hit by a bus and your car not be totaled. You can get hit by a bus and the mass of police that show up can actually be nice to you. You can get hit by a bus and love life and God all the more in consideration of all that didn’t happen.

By the way, the statement is not just a statement. Yesterday, I did get hit by a bus.