Who am I, who am I, I ask; to think that I could do something big, so late in this life of mine. I'm 55, some say barely alive. I have spent exactly half my life as a dreaded government worker.
My brain has become accustomed to the less than spectacular.Can a man be born again, I ask after he is done with his first career as a paramedic, firefighter, & dispatcher. Can I rise again to re-create from the ashes of complacency.
I long to try, maybe I can fly. If I shoot for the moon maybe I will at least hit the stop sign.
Maybe I can do new things, maybe I can do big things, maybe I can help my fellow man; yes I think I can. I am proud but not swollen with my public service. God has provided for my family, but I am ready to be responsible for my own creations, I'm ready to be used by God in a new way, to do “big” things, to help people heal and to help in a big way.
Maybe it is the deposit of eternity in me that makes me dream and think I can make a difference after my first career and perhaps if I hang out with the right people I will.