More, but different...

I’m not a normal dude. It took me years to accept this. Since being bullied through middle school it’s all I really wanted. To be normal. But I’ll tell you that when I began to accept and appreciate my differences life became more beautiful.

I’m very opinionated. Very methodical and habitual. I both don’t like change and am thrilled by it. I love a party yet relish in my alone times. I‘m hyper sensitive but when pushed into a corner I can be cold as ice.

I like to be high. I know a lot of people like that but I’d wager my life that few like it more than I.

I don’t do it anymore. I’ve submersed myself in a situation of extreme responsibility. So much responsibility that I don’t have time to do that which I’m compelled to do. And I am a hopelessly responsible man.

As a child my father placed manners and responsibility at the pentacle of the lessons he taught and enforced. He’s been gone from this world for 32 years and going against his teachings is still something that I just can’t do. What a great disappointment it was when I left home and discovered that every one was not raised in the same manner.

I hold my business ethics in high regard. And I can boast that I have never done a single person wrong in a business deal. Both legal and illegal I’ve always conducted business in the same way. I would rather lose copious amounts of money than be unethical. I have let many unethical people “win” for lack of a better term. At the end of the day I sleep easy. I don’t have to look over my shoulder.

This‘ll cease to be so autobiographical tomorrow and I’ll share some of the lessons that I’ve learned by paying attention when brighter people than I are talking. Thanks...