What a long strange trip it's been...
I've taken on many challenges and seen the rawness of failure and the taste sweet success. Now a poet, artist, husband (on the 16th of June 2006), world traveler, former drug and alcohol enthusiast, writer, reader, coffee fiend, snow board junkie, UVM Graduate, Tabor Alumi, sailor, scuba diver, semi-surfer, better skate boader, poor gambler, medical masterpiece (four shoulder surgeries, a skin graft, and two implants), and living proof that miracles do exist, I welcome you to my world.
Fear has shaken my being to the point of paralysis and courage has flown me off ledges of quarries that make a person's heart skip a beat. Whispers of the subconscious and shadows of the mind have transformed into a confidence that has brought tears of joy to my eyes in ways I never thought possible.
Robert Service once wrote a poem called "The men that don't fit in." I've found a nich, and will make a mark, though for years i was a man that didn't fit in.
The Men That Don't Fit In
By Robert Service
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
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