A while back, I spent a weekend with a very special group of people. Who they were and why they had assembled isn’t important. I wasn’t one of them, but I grew up witnessing their struggle. They were there to celebrate and I was honored to be among them. And while the celebration was underscored with pomp and fanfare, having the appropriate doses of laughs and hilarity, more importantly it carried an underlying theme of personal responsibility.
When I was a kid I tried to stay out of trouble. But like most kids, trouble typically found me. I don't know what I was thinking on that hot summer day back in 1967. I was just a ten year old kid, out having fun. On that particular day, most of my friends were not around. I don't know what happened to them, but after realizing they weren't out and about, I figured I had to find ways to have fun by myself. And that, is where my troubles began.