Tuesday, February 5, 2013
once and young
sorting out old photos and personal papers today I came across this photo. wow! was I ever really that young?
I can't help but look at this photo and wonder what could have been . I wish now that I could talk and try and reason with this kid . try and change the path he was so hell bent to embark on for the next 30+ years . the real problem is he doesn't exist , he disappeared and took many of the dreams and skills of my long gone past with him.
on the other hand I'm thankful for the present road I'm traveling which leaves me wondering was it all luck or is there a God that kept giving me another chance ? looking back now there is only one truth.
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