I hope that I live to be 100 years old or so, but one never knows what one will get. At this point in life, I turn 25 tomorrow. This is… exciting. I am not who I thought I would be at this age when I was 12. At 12, I once thought being 25 was really mature; that everyone would view me as a responsible adult. Beyond 18, it seems less and less is made of age (thus far) and people simply treat you the way they always would someone out of high school. People who know me well don’t seem to care what my age is. They have already made their mind up about what they think of me and they will treat me the same way they always have without greater or lesser expectations.
25 years is a long time, and I can’t say in that time that any knowledge or wisdom is originally my own. All that I know is one way or the other God-given. I have my immediate family, parents, siblings, extended family, friends, the Bible, church, social groups, the library, the zoo, and the Internet to thank for everything I know. I hope that I will ever learn more from these and other sources to come. I aspire to know and act upon. Continue reading


