|a younger version of me, getting ready to explain it to the heathen nations|
- The only thing that you can change is yourself. Start there.
- Sometimes not getting what you want is a stroke of luck.
- A friend has your back when you are at your lowest, not at your best. Learn to tell the difference between a friend and somebody that you enjoy spending time with.
- Don’t be afraid of being different. Enjoy it.
- Find your passion and be passionate about pursuing it.
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
Keep in mind that I grew up in the country…
- Kept honeybees in my bedroom. About a hundred. The parental reaction was not amusement at what junior decided to do.
- Cousin gave me 3 artillery simulators. I put one on the window of my church while it was in service and set it off. One of the choir ladies on the stand loosed her bladder. I was the only one who was amused.
- Found a king snake that looked similar to a coral snake. Took it to school in a paper bag to show and tell and to describe the difference. Turns out it was a coral snake. Oooops. Teacher not amused.
- Found an injured coyote pup, took it home, named him Dusty. Dusty ravaged chicken coops far and wide, brought many chickens home and laid them on the porch as a sign of tribute to the pack leader. Neighbors not amused.
- Kid harassed me at school with his squirt gun. I bought concentrated ammonia at the hardware store, put it in a dishwashing soap bottle and took it to school. Kid squirted me after I advised him not to. I let him have it with ammonia. A bit overkill… began to dissolve his clothes, burned his skin. Principal not amused. Other kids very amused, became a local cult hero for about two weeks. Time in detention only enhanced my reputation with the girls, who I discovered, love a ‘bad boy’.
- And I’m not going to discuss experimentation to find out how high up you can drop a cat from and have it still land on its feet…