From Nostradamus' infamous prophecies, to the Y2K computer crashing catastrophes, to the cryptic Mayan forecasts; people have been predicting the end of the world since the beginning. Oddly enough, thus far, none have garnered any merit. But history repeats itself. It has always been said, throughout time, that history repeats itself. Although I tend to agree, I also feel that it's a morbid way of thinking. But, I guess if you live long enough, you will see people making the same mistakes. We are very imperfect in that way because we tend to let our emotions and feelings get in the way of logic and clear thinking.
How many different times in your life have you ever gone through a situation and wished you would have said or done something different? Maybe you should have said this or done that; or, just maybe, you should have done this and then then said that. I have done it millions of times in the past. Sometimes I even have had pseudo conversations with myself. I would repeat what someone had said to me and come up with several new, witty responses. It's that drive for perfection that makes some of us great and some of us insane. Wait until you hear my story! But first, I must give you some background information.
From very early on in school, I learned of heroic and courageous men that rose to the challenge even when faced with adversity. How did they summon the bravery that it took to get the job done? We will never know exactly what we are made of until forced into action.
Growing up in a modest household taught me a few things that I wished more people had learned. It taught me to appreciate what you have and it taught me not to disrespect others for what they don't have. As early as I can remember, I was for the underdog, "different" person, or, for lack of a better word, the misfit. I had the luxury of growing up either in the popular group, or at least knowing the popular group, throughout my school years. I was a very good athlete and that is what a boy is judged by in school. Parents like academically gifted students and students like other students that can kick ass in sports. Not to say I was a dummy; because I wasn't. The fact that I was on the honor roll wasn't what I was known for; it was how many other dudes that I destroyed in dodgeball or how far I could kick the ball in kickball. I grew up in a house where we went to church at least two Sundays a month. We weren't religious fanatics but we do believe in GOD. Most of my Mom's side of the family were members of our church so it wasn't a death sentence to attend. Dare I say that I had fun associating with all of my cousins and doing what kids do at church. We sang in the youth choir and toured around the state with my pastor. We even played softball against various other churches in the region. Later on in life, that solid foundation in the church proved very valuable and I am thankful for every sermon.
I was second to the youngest out of a family of four siblings. For the time that I knew my father, he was very stern and had a way of sucking the air out of a room. What else would you expect from a career Army dude? He served in the early 1960's through the 1980's but that's no excuse to be an asshole. Needless to say, as a military brat, I moved a few times in my childhood. Early on, I had an undeniable lack of confidence. I was very shy in general, and extremely shy when it came to girls. Who would have thought I would have grown up to be one of the most self-reliant, confident, and independent people that I know?
My name is Devin Colby. I learned a long time ago, don't burn solid bridges because of foolish thoughts of invincibility. If you ever fell flat on your face and needed a hand before, then it will happen again. Can you count on the bridges around you to support you? Don't take out your hurt on others that are not directly involved with your pain. The very bridge that supported you across choppy waters the first time, won't be there to carry you next time if you destroy it.
How many different times in your life have you ever gone through a situation and wished you would have said or done something different? Maybe you should have said this or done that; or, just maybe, you should have done this and then then said that. I have done it millions of times in the past. Sometimes I even have had pseudo conversations with myself. I would repeat what someone had said to me and come up with several new, witty responses. It's that drive for perfection that makes some of us great and some of us insane. Wait until you hear my story! But first, I must give you some background information.
From very early on in school, I learned of heroic and courageous men that rose to the challenge even when faced with adversity. How did they summon the bravery that it took to get the job done? We will never know exactly what we are made of until forced into action.
Growing up in a modest household taught me a few things that I wished more people had learned. It taught me to appreciate what you have and it taught me not to disrespect others for what they don't have. As early as I can remember, I was for the underdog, "different" person, or, for lack of a better word, the misfit. I had the luxury of growing up either in the popular group, or at least knowing the popular group, throughout my school years. I was a very good athlete and that is what a boy is judged by in school. Parents like academically gifted students and students like other students that can kick ass in sports. Not to say I was a dummy; because I wasn't. The fact that I was on the honor roll wasn't what I was known for; it was how many other dudes that I destroyed in dodgeball or how far I could kick the ball in kickball. I grew up in a house where we went to church at least two Sundays a month. We weren't religious fanatics but we do believe in GOD. Most of my Mom's side of the family were members of our church so it wasn't a death sentence to attend. Dare I say that I had fun associating with all of my cousins and doing what kids do at church. We sang in the youth choir and toured around the state with my pastor. We even played softball against various other churches in the region. Later on in life, that solid foundation in the church proved very valuable and I am thankful for every sermon.
I was second to the youngest out of a family of four siblings. For the time that I knew my father, he was very stern and had a way of sucking the air out of a room. What else would you expect from a career Army dude? He served in the early 1960's through the 1980's but that's no excuse to be an asshole. Needless to say, as a military brat, I moved a few times in my childhood. Early on, I had an undeniable lack of confidence. I was very shy in general, and extremely shy when it came to girls. Who would have thought I would have grown up to be one of the most self-reliant, confident, and independent people that I know?
My name is Devin Colby. I learned a long time ago, don't burn solid bridges because of foolish thoughts of invincibility. If you ever fell flat on your face and needed a hand before, then it will happen again. Can you count on the bridges around you to support you? Don't take out your hurt on others that are not directly involved with your pain. The very bridge that supported you across choppy waters the first time, won't be there to carry you next time if you destroy it.
