Here; is to a time for giving Thanks. This isn’t a cliché for
family and friends as they know where I stand; unconditionally, with out word.
This isn’t for those who have helped me along the way when a hand was needed
most. This isn’t about any prized possessions I deem dear. This is Thanks for
the gift you didn’t even know you gave…
I found something inside me this last year that I didn’t
even know existed. Though I am not fully sure what it is yet or where it will
go; I know I like it. As I have found my voice…
I would have never found it; if it weren’t for something I felt
so obligated to share.
I would have never known how to write it; if it weren’t for
a framework I understood.
I would have never had the words; if I wouldn’t have had the
practice.
I would have never heard my voice; if you wouldn’t have told
me to listen.
With the subtle guidance from the literary greats; Mike
Rich, Woody Allen and Malcolm Gladwell I have found my barometer and Thanks to
you I have found my meter.
Baily; I say Thanks for giving me something to write about.
Garret; I say Thanks for showing me the one word anecdote.
Frank; I say Thanks for the decades of practicing my
Snarkiness.
FINDING COLEMAN
