Married to my best friend. Father to five exuberant children. Fledgling entrepreneur. Writer. Software developer. Inventory management expert.
Finding Solace in Simple Things
A row of large purple and white lilac grows outside my kitchen window. My favorite time of year is when those bushes are in full bloom. Walking outside in the cool morning air to take in their fragrance and watch the bees bumble from blossom to blossom is something I love.
Time, Well Wasted
I love baked salmon. I fell in love with it eating lovingly-prepared meals at my paternal grandmother’s table. Unfortunately, she took her secret recipe to the grave with her. One thing I do know: no part of the recipe was hurried. Each filet was carefully seasoned by hand, wrapped in foil, and slow cooked to perfection.
Risk Is Everything
In my adult years, I’ve often told people I’m not afraid of heights, just afraid of falling from them. When my wife and I were dating, we went on a particular ride at an amusement park. The ride basically lifted you into the air and shot you back toward the ground at something like 5Gs (not the cellular data version — the gravitational one).
The Liberating Moment of Extreme Loss
A cautionary caveat before I go any further: how a person deals with loss and suffering is deeply personal. It is up to that person alone to decide what, if anything, they’ll do with their own loss. It is also up to them to decide if their suffering needs to be given any meaning or if it will be suffering for the sake of suffering alone.