When I was in the 2nd grade, my teacher asked us to draw what we wanted to be when we grew up. Looking back, that’s a funny thing to ask a child to do, as they have a very limited understanding of how the world works. All the same, when we were finished, there were pictures of doctors, firemen, police officers, etc., displayed on the left wall of our classroom. My vision for what I wanted to be was a superhero. My future self had a simple green costume, fully equipped with cape and mask. I was certain as I grew older, I would receive some sort of super power and I would be able protect those who could not protect themselves. As you probably have guessed, my life didn’t work out that way.
Instead of becoming a superhero, I struggled growing up in an ordinary town, constantly searching for what made me special. I wrote in journals, excelled in English and found pleasure in retelling past adventures I had with my friends. It wasn’t until I took a creative writing course in high school, that I considered writing as a career. It didn’t sound feasible, so I opted to become a pharmacist instead. A job in a retail pharmacy and 2 years in college changed that decision. I transferred schools and learned the ways of the educated storytellers. This leap, one that wasn’t approved by everyone, allowed me to access to the dream my 2nd grade self knew I needed.
My ambition has constantly been tested since college, but I’m working hard on creating a name for myself. This drive only takes a backseat to my wife and family. Without their constant support and encouragement, I can’t say for certain where I would be today. I will be the first to admit I’m not the easiest person to love. I have flaws just like everyone else, but I am working to better myself, my outlook and better care for those who need it. I want to be the person, the superhero, I told myself I would become and I’m grateful that I no longer have to do it alone.
Above everyone else, my wife is the single greatest source of strength I have. She is the light of my world. Not a day passes where she doesn’t surprises me. She leaves me notes of encouragement scattered throughout the manuscripts I’m working on. She puts up posters with the upcoming release dates to novels I haven’t finished yet. She reminds me to be the best part of who I am everyday. In return, I make sure to show her how grateful I am and how much I appreciative her. I write her sappy poems on post-it notes and send her texts to let her know I’m thinking about her. I strive to make her life as beautiful as she’s made mine.
I am grateful for my life. I am grateful for all that I’ve been given. I want to thank everyone in my life that has helped shaped me into the man I am today. You are what makes life worth living.