
When I was a boy I lived on a farm near a small community in Michigan, the name of the town was Bad Axe. Living on a farm there was no bus to take to school so I had to walk until I was old enough to ride a bicycle. It was 2 1/2 miles up hill in both directions, making it a very difficult time for a young kid, but I survived and was able to continue. In the winter I would often have to stop along the way and build a fire to thaw my frostbitten hands and dry my frozen socks, building a fire without matches was a very difficult task (my parents did not allow me to have matches) but in order to survive I did what I had to do. Many times the wild animals would circle my freezing body waiting for me to take my last breath but somehow I was always able to muster up the strength to push on. A hard life in my youth taught me many things I will share with you in the upcoming blog entries.... (To be continued)


