My Introduction.

Let's start this blog off getting to know me and my story .. The idea behind this blog is to share my traveling stories with you and how I am learning new cultures and ways of life.
I am in a point in my life where I am free to do what ever I want.

I want to thank you for taking t
he time to read this. I have been meaning to write this for a long time.

So let's kick this off. I guess I was born just like all of you. Let's start there…On December fifth, 1987 I was born. I was a boy for those wondering. My parents were never married so I was born out of wedlock. My mom was a waitress and to be honest I have no clue what my father did. When my mother told her father that she was pregnant he said, “Well that’s not my F-ing problem.” And basically wanted nothing to do with it. Eventually I came into the picture and things seemed honky dory for the first six weeks. While I was six weeks old I was diagnosed with Shaken Baby Syndrome. The night it happened my mom was at work. When she came home she said that I didn't seem “right”. She took me to the hospital and that’s when she found out what was wrong with me. My brain had detached from my skull and it was a miracle that I was so young because my skull was soft with large soft spots. They said that my brain was inflamed and if my skull was any harder that I would basically turn into a Play-D'oh factory. Basically the doctors said that if I didn't die, I would be a vegetable. They really didn't have any hope for me. Another problem was that my biological father blamed it on my mom when clearly she was working. The state of Maine didn't know who to believe so they put me in the care of a social worker. For over a month I was away from my mother. She was aloud to see me but under supervision. That was for all visitors. (I don’t know all the nitty gritty details but I’m slowly finding them as I go). After all of that was over my mother won the battle and I was free to grow up with her.

I met my step father when I was about 2 years old.

From then on he would remain my dad and ultimately my father.

I’m 29 now and I have my mom and my dad and my four siblings and I am able to walk, talk, and be normal. Growing up with religion and a family that held tightly to Jesus’ death and resurrection, the fact that I’m even here is credited to our faith in Christ and that I may have a role in this life after all.

If I am going to live through something like that than I am going to be dang sure to help those that can’t help themselves

I have been to many countries. Canada, Peru, Haiti, India, Switzerland, Brazil and now, Paraguay. This blog will talk about all the experiences I have had and that I am currently experiencing.

My mission in life is to better the lives of the people around me, even if that means I go without.  To make people smile and laugh, even if they’re laughing at me and not with me. To be a thermostat and not a thermometer. To effect change.

I would love if you would stand behind me and support me with your prayers as I go out and affect people for the better. Whether it involves faith or not.
I look foreword to sharing my story with you.