FOREWORD:
As I sit here
slowly drinking a beer I'm trying to piece together the correct way
of starting this. I suppose the first thing I should say is thank you
to all my friends and family for supporting and encouraging me to
finally bite the bullet and write.
Throughout my
life people have consistently remarked on how I should write a book
and share my story. I never could understand what they saw in me to
be so unique or interesting as to warrant creating a book. Indeed I'm
sure as you glance at my picture an read this book your thoughts
were along the lines of: “Who's this guy, and why should I care?”
Both excellent questions, let me offer a bit of insight to my
thoughts an my self in response.
I am like dirt.
Yes, you read that correctly. Even as you sit or stand there now,
you're perched above dirt. Dirt has uniquely without all manner of
wars, love, life, loss, birth, death, grown an yet it endures an
remains despite what occurs on its surface. So too have I withstood
and overcome my own trials and losses and failures and
accomplishments so in that sense I am not unlike the dirt beneath our
feet.
Hell, I mean I'm
just shy of thirty and have never moved out of my hometown, gone to
college, or had even a romantic relationship. Yet at the same time I
have traveled further then you can imagine, overcome obstacles all
but insurmountable and have loved and lost with the deepest of
emotion. So who am I? My name is Patrick, and this is my story, my
soul an myself that I'm sharing with you. Now I supposed if I wanted
to make it more entertaining I could end this foreword with a clever
phrase like: “It was many moons ago in the time of my ancestors...”
