Returning from the Peace Corps I crossed the stormy sea from Columbia to Panama in a canoe with some albino Indians from San Bias.
Escaped from a military prison in Washington State and fled to Mexico where I met my wife.
While meditating in Bombay (now Mumbai) had a vision of Jesus.
Had a second vision of him in the Anza Borrego desert of California and made translations of the four Gospels from a pacifist-Unitarian viewpoint.
In 2011, walked through a biker's street party in Sarasota Florida admist curses and death threats carrying a sign that said, "God hates wars and those who fight them."
Fell in love with someone who taught me to live for each day. Followed the sun to California. Traveled to the Amazon rain-forest at age 12 and basked in the glory of the wilderness. Learned I have the potential to be successful at everything I do. Cried a lot of tears, ate a lot of donuts, cooked a lot of meals for people I love.
Went into art school as a graphic design major (for my parents,) but came out with a BFA in Photography (for myself) - ironic, because who the hell goes to art school for their parents?
Learned to forgive, only after maliciously and irreversibly removing a number of people from my life.
Tried hard drugs.
On a whim, and at a time when I really needed money, I took a non-paying job that continues to change my life (and I continue to need money.)
Drove from Austin to New Orleans in the middle of the night with a complete stranger.
Danced on the bar at the original Coyote Ugly - before it got trendy...and while I was up there, sang "Shook me all night long" with tremendous abandon and absolutely no skill.
Forgave myself (for a lot more than the crap singing).
Skated in the roller derby...AFTER the spinal surgery.
Learned to love everything that makes up my past, but also learned to believe that who I've been doesn't define who I'm becoming.