Our lives are full of significant dates. I was thinking about mine. In no particular order, these are ones that seem significant to me:
- April 2, 2001: the day I ran into The Missus during a fire drill and decided to make her The Missus
- May 21, 2004: the day I made The Missus The Missus
- March 2, 1993: the day she (not The Missus) waved me across and then ran me over
- August 12, 1994: the day John Kruk said $13,000 a game wasn't enough
I posted about August 12, 1994, two and a half years ago, so I'll try not to be redundant. Succinctly, baseball---who had me from Jesse Barfield and the 1989 Blue Jays---slapped me in the face. I beat my bullies by avoiding them, so that fall (sixth grade), I discovered comic books and really picked up a pencil for the first time. By the end of eighth grade, I knew drawing wasn't in my future, so that summer I picked up a guitar. By my junior year in high school, I knew being a rock star wasn't in my future, so I picked up a law book. (Not really. I just phrased it that way for the sake of parallelism.) I still haven't given up on that dream, but in May of 2003, I picked up Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried and really read a book for the first time. I decided I wanted to make a living telling stories. In truth, if you want to tell stories, you become a trial lawyer. It's the easiest way.