Return to my Roots

All my youth, my loving parents sent me off to school with the typical american lunch: PBnJ sandwich, juice box, piece of fruit, and couple cookies. It was the staple on which I survived as a student, an athlete and musician. For the last week, it has become my comfort food and lunch. PBnJ on toasted bread, piece of fruit, juice and whatever little sweet thing I can find.

I just completed my first working draft of a biographical sketch. This too has been an adventure down memory lane. As I reread my story, my childhood and history of my walk with God, it is with some pain and then joy that I contemplate where I've been. The story could be much longer than 5 typed pages but the application for which it is destined says no more than 6.