So, I'm a middle-aged man, or rather, a man on the far edge of middle age, who has both won and lost at love, had it easier than some and harder than others, been lucky at times, been successful at work and hit bottom and had to start all over, had dreams come true and some just fizzle, experienced the joys of having a family and suffered through the tragedy of divorce, and buried both parents within the span of two years. Because of my Catholic upbringing, the practice of which I've since discarded, I stubbornly insist on the inherent good that I believe exists in all people despite what my eyes tell me almost daily. I believe in a Creator, simply because I see no proof otherwise. Those are just the highlights.
