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So… It’s been a bit. And, if you have not read these before, hello. How are you? Hope you are doing well. If you have not yet, I strongly encourage reading the posts titled “The Super Hero and Failman.” It will help you understand this particular post a little bit more. So, without further adieu, I need to get on with it. I feel the need to explain those posts from a non-dramatized, real-world view. I need to kind of put myself out there, in hopes to help others, as I try to do with any of my posts, as well as give myself a little therapy. A lot has happened, during and since that little story. To protect the innocent, what I will say is that there has been a bit of family drama in my life, and there was an event that happened, which I give a glimpse of in the first Failman post, that shook me to my core and broke me. I had a nervous breakdown. I was like a china shop that was destroyed in the worst hurricane ever known in human history. I had never felt so broken and useless. ...

When my daughter was 5 years old, we had a discussion on power while we were heading to school. This was another chapter in a normal exchange between us, where she would ask me deep question about the world and life in general, and I would do my best explaining to her a view that could be as objective as possible. Sometimes my views were more subjective than objective, depending on the subject that we were talking about. On this particular day, it required a holistic approach, or at least the best that I could give.  The conversation started out with questions related to government. Admittedly, I have slept a few times since then, so I cannot say that I remember the conversation completely. What I do remember was that the conversation took a turn toward what power can do to people. I remember telling my daughter that great old phrase from Uncle Ben: "With great power comes great responsibility." My daughter didn't quite understand it, so I explained it.  I said, ...

Just before Spring Break, I had the chance to teach a subject to kids in my daughter's class. The subject was poetry, and we went over some of the more popular ones that they teach to that grade, or at least was popular when I was in school that is. Being in front of students and helping them learn something new was, for me, an exhilarating experience. Seeing the wheels turn to come up with something new and poetic gave me a sort of high. I left there after spending that time with a smile on my face, realizing that I definitely would have enjoyed doing just that if I was in a position to finish my degree. I bet some of you are scratching your head and asking yourself, “Wait…. What does he mean ‘if I was in a position to finish my degree’?” That is a subject for another time. The point is, I was very happy to do that, and I wanted to do more. Heck, it is part of the reason that I began these blogs. I wanted to get people to learn something new about themselves and the worl...