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My first book , What I Learned as a Child, was dedicated to the Child,
the impressionable innocent one who filled my lungs with life. The second volume in this triad,
The Band Aid Years, ,was largely focused on those great Teachers and Role-models who gave me wisdom
to live by. This volume, the last in this threefold presentation, is dedicated to those whom I have loved,
my Loves, those who awoke in me the passions of life and the lessons that have been presented to me
along the way.
the impressionable innocent one who filled my lungs with life. The second volume in this triad,
The Band Aid Years, ,was largely focused on those great Teachers and Role-models who gave me wisdom
to live by. This volume, the last in this threefold presentation, is dedicated to those whom I have loved,
my Loves, those who awoke in me the passions of life and the lessons that have been presented to me
along the way.
Welcome, Good Reader, to this reflective chronicle covering the next four plus years of my odyssey
into uncertainty. For this volume, these reflections will be separated into airy “Clouds,” nebulous days
of haze and obfuscation, differentiated only by the density varying from mist to mist. These were days
marked by a spinning compass, where herds of students would migrate from building to building, from
room to room, from idea to idea, with no idea what it all meant or where they were heading. These were
foggy days of matriculation, also known as College. But also chronicled here are the stories that led
me from sparks of attraction, matches made in time and settled there, to the days and ways that led me
to my God given bride. These were the clouds of my higher education, my romances, and of discovering the love of my life
into uncertainty. For this volume, these reflections will be separated into airy “Clouds,” nebulous days
of haze and obfuscation, differentiated only by the density varying from mist to mist. These were days
marked by a spinning compass, where herds of students would migrate from building to building, from
room to room, from idea to idea, with no idea what it all meant or where they were heading. These were
foggy days of matriculation, also known as College. But also chronicled here are the stories that led
me from sparks of attraction, matches made in time and settled there, to the days and ways that led me
to my God given bride. These were the clouds of my higher education, my romances, and of discovering the love of my life
