I have found that this page is one of the most difficult pieces I have ever had to write. At the time of writing this, I am only 37 years old.
My Mom (Pat) and Dad (Murray) fought a long a tiresome battle to conceive me. Many failed pregnancies and rough hormone treatments made my mother give up. She took all the baby clothes that she had and threw them in the Trash. It feels kind of funny to tell you this first because I didn't find out about it until a few weeks before my wedding at age 36.
Anyway, my Dad went out and grabbed the bag from the trash. He then rushed to the phone and called my Aunt Jan, he knew that she could talk some sense into my soon to be Mom. Not long after that Mom conceived a son, me. Apparently Hawaii is a magical place...
June 25th, 1981 - In my usual fashion I prefer to do things my way. So, in order to beat my cousin Jason, I decided to come into the world 6 weeks early. Stupid move... I ended up coming out at 2 pounds and 6 ounces. This meant that I would spend months in an incubator in the NICU. However, I did get here before him and still have the bragging rights. :p
Life has never been anything but a challenge for me. When God wants you to learn to be strong and humble, the lessons are hard. Probably because we're stubborn children. I don't tell you this to solicit sympathy. I say it because I don't know what great things God has in store for me. But I feel in my heart that he has big things set out for me, so please take notice of the trials that I have had and will continue to have.
I read somewhere that the trials and pains we have in our life on Earth are just the pregnancy pains of our resurrected life to come. I find that comforting.
When I was a child I had no enamel in my teeth, they were soft, so I had to have every tooth in my mouth capped with Silver. It hurt! I must have been biting the dentist because to this day I can remember him slapping me over and over again while holding me in a headlock and forcing these caps onto my teeth.
I have this image of me in my head. Silver teeth, one eye-turned in, big dorky glasses - but always a smile. I think that is my favorite part of my childhood. No matter what happened, there was always someone who was worse off than me. So growing up we always did what we could to help others. In doing this, there was always reason to smile.
So I want you to remember that