So here we are the start of September, 2014. The month starts off in almost the same vein as last month... the right shoulder very weak and sore. I come home from every class near unable to hold on to the steering wheel of the car with the right hand as I drive home. Thank-goodness it's a relatively short and quick drive.
I talk on the cell (thanks to the car's integrated Bluetooth system), the entire way back from each class with my beloved lady and she always asks me how things went. I tell her that it went well, that I had fun and that I didn't break anything. Most of the time, I underplay how much pain I am really feeling, fearing she may think me nuts for doing this to myself on a continual basis.
This month I am very busy. I have Microsoft certification exams to pass, I have the equivalent of two Microsoft classes to prepare for to teach and of all things, I catch the beginnings of burn-out and massive fatigue from lack of sleep as everything personal and not, pile-drives me every night.
My mom (God bless her) takes a much bigger brunt this month with my dad, and I see how hard it affects her, she is also looking tired, and I can tell when she starts to come to the end of her rope because she starts to get curt and frustrates easily with small things that never normally have any effect on her. I don't know what more to do to make things better at that moment.
We'll get through this week and things will improve... I promise this to myself and I make this promise happen..
I talk on the cell (thanks to the car's integrated Bluetooth system), the entire way back from each class with my beloved lady and she always asks me how things went. I tell her that it went well, that I had fun and that I didn't break anything. Most of the time, I underplay how much pain I am really feeling, fearing she may think me nuts for doing this to myself on a continual basis.
This month I am very busy. I have Microsoft certification exams to pass, I have the equivalent of two Microsoft classes to prepare for to teach and of all things, I catch the beginnings of burn-out and massive fatigue from lack of sleep as everything personal and not, pile-drives me every night.
My mom (God bless her) takes a much bigger brunt this month with my dad, and I see how hard it affects her, she is also looking tired, and I can tell when she starts to come to the end of her rope because she starts to get curt and frustrates easily with small things that never normally have any effect on her. I don't know what more to do to make things better at that moment.
We'll get through this week and things will improve... I promise this to myself and I make this promise happen..
At the end of this month, on the 28th is the belt test and I am yet again questioning my ability to participate. This time, however, I decide that I shall just go for it and have fun. The work fatigue seems to lessen when I am in class, and I do my best, but my work classes are special in that I am a fun, high intensity kind of IT instructor and this level of effort is extremely draining on me mentally.
The pressures of the coming Microsoft test drive me to work and prep 14-16 hours per day and that leaves me a mental vegetable, but I plow through... failure here is not an option, and this time it's not just a battle call... this HAS to happen. I. Must. Pass.
The pressures of the coming Microsoft test drive me to work and prep 14-16 hours per day and that leaves me a mental vegetable, but I plow through... failure here is not an option, and this time it's not just a battle call... this HAS to happen. I. Must. Pass.
Two days before the exam and I am exhausted. I gave the 2nd last day of time before the exam all I could and pulled a 17 hour study session. On the day before the exam, I am so burnt out, my body lets me know in NO uncertain ways to back off... I spike a fever of 103 and even when I force myself to try to study, this is made useless. I ended up re-reading the same paragraph 4 times over before I realized that nothing was coming in.
I was done, just so done. Done mentally and now also done physically. The only thing I could do the day before the exam was crash... and crash I did. I slept 3/4's of the day but the entire night I was having those delirious kinds of dreams that kept waking me over and over up until my alarm went off.
It's the day of the exam, I get up at 4:00AM to the angry bell of my alarm. I've had perhaps two hours of sleep, yet I feel ever so moderately better, but honestly, not very optimistic about me passing the exam in my current condition. My head feels like it's filled with straw and I find that I cannot recall anything from my many days of hard studying and reviewing the materials.
I am so screwed.
I am so screwed.
Chin up! I have to give this my best shot. Long story short, exam was passed with only a few minutes left on the clock... but I passed! The words "extreme relief" brought new meaning to me, and though I am sincerely embarrassed to admit it, I nearly cried in relief in the elevator on the way down to the main floor after it was over.
"T-Minus three weeks"
The good news... one huge obstacle overcome with the exam out of the way, but now I must tackle the next challenge, which was that I needed to review something like 1,200 pages of very dry boring material about Microsoft Exchange 2013 and get comfy enough with it to teach it to a room full of Microsoft Exchange experts. Nice part was that I had 14 days, so at least it was quite doable. Seven days of revision for one course, seven days for the second.
The two weeks passed quite fast. Not because it was fun or anything, but because I threw myself into it, a minimum of 12 hours a day... EVERY day... NON-stop.
So, no time for BJJ you may think... not quite. I missed a full week, but that gave my shoulder a break and a small decrease in shoulder pain, but the 2nd week I attended class and, yeah, right at the first class, strained it sore yet again to the point that I could not raise my right hand above my shoulder. Try washing yourself in the shower with one hand... not easy!
Now, here it is, the day before I teach this class and to make things even more interesting, my fever is back (though lower) and we toss in a nice strong cold, cough with very sore throat and runny nose... and it is one week to the belt test. I know why I am sick, it's my body telling me to slow down, or else... I am so burned out, I have no immune system, but I cannot take any breaks, not with all that I have yet to accomplish.
The hardest week in a long time!
Monday: My days start early... at 4:00am. I rise, shave, shower, make breakfast and eat. I am on the road by 5:45am-6:00am and in traffic. I get to work by 6:30am and in class I study hard, reviewing the day's material once more and I don't stop until the students start to arrive around 8:14-ish. Class starts at 8:30 and ends between 3:00-4:30 in the afternoon. I drive home, eat, shower, study for 3-4 hours on material we're covering the next day. On Monday, I attended BJJ... though I'm too burned out to put out a good effort, I am there, and trying. Same thing on Wednesday. Thursday my temps drop closer to the high side of normal, and the cold is starting to lessen. I pray that it's gone by Saturday night.
The hardest week in a long time!
Monday: My days start early... at 4:00am. I rise, shave, shower, make breakfast and eat. I am on the road by 5:45am-6:00am and in traffic. I get to work by 6:30am and in class I study hard, reviewing the day's material once more and I don't stop until the students start to arrive around 8:14-ish. Class starts at 8:30 and ends between 3:00-4:30 in the afternoon. I drive home, eat, shower, study for 3-4 hours on material we're covering the next day. On Monday, I attended BJJ... though I'm too burned out to put out a good effort, I am there, and trying. Same thing on Wednesday. Thursday my temps drop closer to the high side of normal, and the cold is starting to lessen. I pray that it's gone by Saturday night.
Friday: Because I've been constantly reviewing material literally day and night, things went quite well in class. So well in fact that we managed to cover everything and even end early on Friday. It's 2:30pm and I am on my way home! I did nothing but vegetate on Friday afternoon and put in a full 8 hours of sleep that night, then did nothing more strenuous than cut the grass on the front yard on Saturday. All this thanks to the ginormous effort of continual study and prep mode every free waking second really paid off, but it's going to take more than a couple of days to recover.
No time for that... tomorrow, it's belt test day!
Belt Test Day:
I've already talked to Syl earlier and let him know I would be covering the photos for the school, and let him know that I would be coming in early to help out with anything he needed. It takes me about 2 hours to prep my video and photo cameras and equipment to make sure everything is clean, functional and fully charged up. My parents also said that they would show up for the event to watch me, but come later in the afternoon. I am glad they will be there.
Sunday dawns bright and sunny... a glorious day. The cold is all but gone, but it also took every ounce of energy I had with it. I am weak and inside I still feel as if I have the shakes. I refuse to pay attention to this. It's going to be a great day at the dojo and I am going to do everything possible to help make it a day of success.
By 6:00AM, I've risen, shaved, showered, and made a nice big breakfast and prepped my usual concoction that I use to hydrate myself with (20% OJ, 80% water and a scoop of whey protein). I am happy inside. I check my list off... Gi *with* belt, video camera, digital camera, lenses, extra batteries, spare lighting... all good to go.
I just wish I had more energy, but there is nothing I can do about that. Off I go to the school!
I meet Syl at the parking lot in his car as I am driving up, he asks me if I would want a coffee... yes please, and a million thank-you's came out of me. I park and take my equipment out and enter the school. Sandra, Syl's wife, is just starting with washing and wiping down the mats. I jump in and give her a hand, I also sweep out the front area around the mats, all the way to the changing room. Then I take out all the belts, make some room for them and lay them out in order of size and rank. By now, parents are already starting to show and the excitement and tension associated with this very energetic and high stress event is already starting.
No time for that... tomorrow, it's belt test day!
Belt Test Day:
I've already talked to Syl earlier and let him know I would be covering the photos for the school, and let him know that I would be coming in early to help out with anything he needed. It takes me about 2 hours to prep my video and photo cameras and equipment to make sure everything is clean, functional and fully charged up. My parents also said that they would show up for the event to watch me, but come later in the afternoon. I am glad they will be there.
Sunday dawns bright and sunny... a glorious day. The cold is all but gone, but it also took every ounce of energy I had with it. I am weak and inside I still feel as if I have the shakes. I refuse to pay attention to this. It's going to be a great day at the dojo and I am going to do everything possible to help make it a day of success.
By 6:00AM, I've risen, shaved, showered, and made a nice big breakfast and prepped my usual concoction that I use to hydrate myself with (20% OJ, 80% water and a scoop of whey protein). I am happy inside. I check my list off... Gi *with* belt, video camera, digital camera, lenses, extra batteries, spare lighting... all good to go.
I just wish I had more energy, but there is nothing I can do about that. Off I go to the school!
I meet Syl at the parking lot in his car as I am driving up, he asks me if I would want a coffee... yes please, and a million thank-you's came out of me. I park and take my equipment out and enter the school. Sandra, Syl's wife, is just starting with washing and wiping down the mats. I jump in and give her a hand, I also sweep out the front area around the mats, all the way to the changing room. Then I take out all the belts, make some room for them and lay them out in order of size and rank. By now, parents are already starting to show and the excitement and tension associated with this very energetic and high stress event is already starting.
The kid's belt test was everything it could have been. It was fun, dynamic, inspiring, amazing and the kids and parents had what I felt was a wonderful time. I captured every moment I noticed with the digital camera and when the awards ceremony started, I set up the video camera and took digital photos at the same time.
It was now time for the adults. Now, during all the time I spent capturing the kids, I was working hard... my t-shirt was covered in sweat and I noticed that I was feeling overly hot in the face and sweating more than I should have been. Nice, the fever was back. I walked up to Syl and just said that I would continue covering the adult part of the event as long as I could and when he gave me the sign, I would drop the camera and dive in. My hope was to save as much energy as possible for when I would participate. He was good with this but told me that he did want me on the mat when we started to roll during final evals.
I did this, right up to about a bit past 1/2 way through the test and he gave me the sign to jump in. I dropped the camera and belted up.
I sincerely did the best I could and rolled with several friends, I was drained weak, but felt good besides that.
The Evaluation!
Dave, our #2 and a solid brown belt, invited me to roll with a big blue belt and my goal was to survive for 6 minutes. This was it, this was to be my eval. I got up and we paired off. I felt a bit of fear, but swallowed it up easily enough and stood up.
First thing I realized was that we started from the standing position... well hells bells, I *never* started off standing before, but played with it... testing his balance and weight transfer, seeing if I could gain a better grip, feel for ANY weakness in his game. Not going to happen with this blue belt, he was both STRONG and savvy. I dropped hard and fast and pulled guard. My weight caught him a bit by surprise and he pulled back on his left side. I jammed my right leg up over his shoulder as high as I could and my leg got a good bite on his neck. He started to stack me and I was forced to rethink the triangle, slipped the left leg over his head and sunk in the armbar, and felt the tap 2 seconds after I slowly started to pull it tight by pinching my knees together, arching hard and extending. Damn, I *never* hit this move because I'm not normally flexible enough to place my knee against my head and pass through, but here it was!!
It was now time for the adults. Now, during all the time I spent capturing the kids, I was working hard... my t-shirt was covered in sweat and I noticed that I was feeling overly hot in the face and sweating more than I should have been. Nice, the fever was back. I walked up to Syl and just said that I would continue covering the adult part of the event as long as I could and when he gave me the sign, I would drop the camera and dive in. My hope was to save as much energy as possible for when I would participate. He was good with this but told me that he did want me on the mat when we started to roll during final evals.
I did this, right up to about a bit past 1/2 way through the test and he gave me the sign to jump in. I dropped the camera and belted up.
I sincerely did the best I could and rolled with several friends, I was drained weak, but felt good besides that.
The Evaluation!
Dave, our #2 and a solid brown belt, invited me to roll with a big blue belt and my goal was to survive for 6 minutes. This was it, this was to be my eval. I got up and we paired off. I felt a bit of fear, but swallowed it up easily enough and stood up.
First thing I realized was that we started from the standing position... well hells bells, I *never* started off standing before, but played with it... testing his balance and weight transfer, seeing if I could gain a better grip, feel for ANY weakness in his game. Not going to happen with this blue belt, he was both STRONG and savvy. I dropped hard and fast and pulled guard. My weight caught him a bit by surprise and he pulled back on his left side. I jammed my right leg up over his shoulder as high as I could and my leg got a good bite on his neck. He started to stack me and I was forced to rethink the triangle, slipped the left leg over his head and sunk in the armbar, and felt the tap 2 seconds after I slowly started to pull it tight by pinching my knees together, arching hard and extending. Damn, I *never* hit this move because I'm not normally flexible enough to place my knee against my head and pass through, but here it was!!
He made a similar mistake a second time, but I made the mistake of being too greedy.
I wanted that triangle choke, it was something that I never was good at, never really tapped anyone with, but I wanted to end this day with one... and my leg got the perfect bite around his neck again, but he was ready for me this time and stacked my knees into my face immediately and then added 220+ pounds on top of it for good measure, folding me like a pretzel . The pressure was very heavy and painful, so I had to lose the position and this gave him side mount. I was breathless and dizzy for a second from lack of air, and this gave him just enough time to get the mounted position on me.
Damn... this is my worst position, the one I am least comfortable in, and I worked my ass off to try to get out of it, but his positioning was just too good and he put his weight down on me hard. I protected against the chokes and arm bars and basically was in pure survival mode for what felt like an eternity.
Then the buzzer sounded, and that was my evaluation... it was all over. I was so spent that getting up was hard, and I was breathing like a locomotive and seeing stars... but I was smiling. I had survived, indeed, I tapped a heavy weight blue belt!
I wanted that triangle choke, it was something that I never was good at, never really tapped anyone with, but I wanted to end this day with one... and my leg got the perfect bite around his neck again, but he was ready for me this time and stacked my knees into my face immediately and then added 220+ pounds on top of it for good measure, folding me like a pretzel . The pressure was very heavy and painful, so I had to lose the position and this gave him side mount. I was breathless and dizzy for a second from lack of air, and this gave him just enough time to get the mounted position on me.
Damn... this is my worst position, the one I am least comfortable in, and I worked my ass off to try to get out of it, but his positioning was just too good and he put his weight down on me hard. I protected against the chokes and arm bars and basically was in pure survival mode for what felt like an eternity.
Then the buzzer sounded, and that was my evaluation... it was all over. I was so spent that getting up was hard, and I was breathing like a locomotive and seeing stars... but I was smiling. I had survived, indeed, I tapped a heavy weight blue belt!
I rolled with 4 other heavy weights after that, then had to bow out... I was just not able to give anything more that day, and took a 2 minute break, then picked up the camera in shaking hands and started capturing moments again after the smile and nod from Syl gave me the confirmation to do so.
The intensity of the class just seemed to rise and rise. There were some furious scrambles and many great moments. Often I would get so caught up in the action that I forgot to take pictures!
Then... it was suddenly over. Know that feeling of that small drop that you get after reaching an emotional-physical high? That's how the class felt. Indeed, that was how I felt as well.
Everyone was called back into line and the awards ceremony was to start. I again wanted to capture it, so I turned on the video camera and started taking shots. While I was in line with the group, my position was right at the 1/2 way mark through the people and quite honestly, I was hoping in my heart that when that position was reached, that I would be called on... but I wasn't.
One person after another was called up for either a stripe/dan or more increase, or a belt awarded and when the spot I was in was passed by, I felt a little pang of disappointment and had the chance to turn to my parents and apologize because they came to see me get promoted, and now I was passed by, so I would have to try again in December. That bad feeling lasted about 2 seconds and was replaced by relief. It meant that I had another chance and more time to improve and I could retake the test again in three months when I was more worthy of the belt..
Near every person was called up, right up to and including a new Brown belt... and I exulted and celebrated inside with each person as I took the shots. I saw the looks on their faces, felt their emotions of happiness and felt happy with and for them.
The awards were then over, all awards had been handed out, and the traditional group shot that normally ends the event was called for by Syl. I helped pose and guide the people into a quick shot and took several photos.
With that over, everyone applauded and was going to get ready for the final part of the day. At that point, Syl calls out that someone was forgotten... and called out my name and told me to remove my belt!. My mind was reeling, what was he saying?? Everyone broke out into cheers and applause, and I was stunned.
I think I was motionless for only a second, but it felt like an hour. My head was shaking in disbelief. I knew what was happening, but in that second, I was frozen stiff as every happy emotion ran through my entire mind and body and I had to struggle VERY hard to keep from tearing up like a baby in public.
My mind was turned into mush pretty much right then and there... it was the only way I was able to handle the moment.
I recall taking off my white belt, I recall feeling Syl doing the traditional flogging of my back and chest with the new blue belt and I recall how it stung!
...and then as he tied the belt around my waist, all I barely heard him tell me to defend my belt as most of what I heard was the class giving me the Jerry Springer chant... LOL! JER-RY! JER-RY! JER-RY! Over and over...
and then again more applause as I was given the traditional hip toss by my sensei.
The intensity of the class just seemed to rise and rise. There were some furious scrambles and many great moments. Often I would get so caught up in the action that I forgot to take pictures!
Then... it was suddenly over. Know that feeling of that small drop that you get after reaching an emotional-physical high? That's how the class felt. Indeed, that was how I felt as well.
Everyone was called back into line and the awards ceremony was to start. I again wanted to capture it, so I turned on the video camera and started taking shots. While I was in line with the group, my position was right at the 1/2 way mark through the people and quite honestly, I was hoping in my heart that when that position was reached, that I would be called on... but I wasn't.
One person after another was called up for either a stripe/dan or more increase, or a belt awarded and when the spot I was in was passed by, I felt a little pang of disappointment and had the chance to turn to my parents and apologize because they came to see me get promoted, and now I was passed by, so I would have to try again in December. That bad feeling lasted about 2 seconds and was replaced by relief. It meant that I had another chance and more time to improve and I could retake the test again in three months when I was more worthy of the belt..
Near every person was called up, right up to and including a new Brown belt... and I exulted and celebrated inside with each person as I took the shots. I saw the looks on their faces, felt their emotions of happiness and felt happy with and for them.
The awards were then over, all awards had been handed out, and the traditional group shot that normally ends the event was called for by Syl. I helped pose and guide the people into a quick shot and took several photos.
With that over, everyone applauded and was going to get ready for the final part of the day. At that point, Syl calls out that someone was forgotten... and called out my name and told me to remove my belt!. My mind was reeling, what was he saying?? Everyone broke out into cheers and applause, and I was stunned.
I think I was motionless for only a second, but it felt like an hour. My head was shaking in disbelief. I knew what was happening, but in that second, I was frozen stiff as every happy emotion ran through my entire mind and body and I had to struggle VERY hard to keep from tearing up like a baby in public.
My mind was turned into mush pretty much right then and there... it was the only way I was able to handle the moment.
I recall taking off my white belt, I recall feeling Syl doing the traditional flogging of my back and chest with the new blue belt and I recall how it stung!
...and then as he tied the belt around my waist, all I barely heard him tell me to defend my belt as most of what I heard was the class giving me the Jerry Springer chant... LOL! JER-RY! JER-RY! JER-RY! Over and over...
and then again more applause as I was given the traditional hip toss by my sensei.
I couldn't turn around as this was all happening, I knew if I did, I would crack and tear up, and so I did the best that I could... I swallowed it all down and kept this stupid big grin on my face. What I did not notice, was that I did not turn on the video camera, and since I was not taking pics, I would not have any of this special moment. Well, first of all, I don;t know who, but someone turned on the video camera... but I know who picked up my camera to save the day for me... it was Fred. The man who's belt I was given and now proudly wore was the man who caught the above pics. Thanks Fred, I cannot tell you how happy I am that you caught this most special moment for me!
Syl then called another group shot, and I got my camera to take it, but this time, he insisted that I be in the shot, and so my mother got the camera after I set it up quickly for her (Fred was going to save the day again, but I really wanted him in the shot with us!), and when I turned to take my place at the rear of the pack (traditionally only the highest ranking belts were in the front), I was called to the FRONT line right beside my instructor. What a sign of honor and respect I was being granted!!
Syl then called another group shot, and I got my camera to take it, but this time, he insisted that I be in the shot, and so my mother got the camera after I set it up quickly for her (Fred was going to save the day again, but I really wanted him in the shot with us!), and when I turned to take my place at the rear of the pack (traditionally only the highest ranking belts were in the front), I was called to the FRONT line right beside my instructor. What a sign of honor and respect I was being granted!!
There was one more event that had to happen... the whipping corridor! This is where all the people that received a belt upgrade passed between their peers and are ritualistically flogged by everyone's belts... some people hit hard enough to the point of leaving heavy bruising. I was trying to get my mother to hold the video camera at the end of this line, so I could preserve this moment... but at that instant, the video camera refused to function. I tried for a few seconds, gave up, and went for my turn in the line... and I LOVED it.
Yeah, of course for a second it hurt like hell, some people were quite enthusiastic about it all... but the significance of it meant so much to me. It was an acceptance into a group where only the selected few are permitted. I was being offered an open door to continue my passion, to continue to grow my Jiu-Jitsu and offered the opportunity to defend my belt amongst my friends. Amazing how much a hard belt whack across the back or chest can mean... ha-ha!
After the event was over, I cannot tell you how many times I was slapped on the back, congratulated, how many people wished me "well done!" or "well earned!"... and it continued well into the next day (Monday) and even spread to my Facebook page, where more well wishes and kind words were shared there as well as at the first class the next day, where I officially proudly wore the blue belt for the first time in a full class.
I cannot imagine anyone believing this video wasn't scripted... but it really wasn't, I was truly touched by how great of an honor each person bestowed upon me. Incredible... humbling.
Here is the actual video of the event. The video starts at the point where everyone has already received their award and I am taking the final group photos which just precede the "corridor of pain".
I'll let the video do the rest of the talking for me:
Here is the actual video of the event. The video starts at the point where everyone has already received their award and I am taking the final group photos which just precede the "corridor of pain".
I'll let the video do the rest of the talking for me:
Epilog:
So, it's finally happened, and twenty-one months of effort is what it took. For some people, they look at this as not the end or attainment of a goal, but the start, the beginning of a new goal. I see it as such as well, but don't forget, when I started all this, I looked at those people with higher belts with great respect and yes, a little bit of awe, because I never thought I would reach this pinnacle... ever. Twenty-One months ago I was 52 years old, 255 pounds... and I royally sucked at BJJ!
Twenty-one months later, I'm in the 230's, 54 years old and in many ways feeling better than I have felt in decades, and as great a pinnacle of an achievement as this belt is and what it means to me, it *is* just the start of a journey that I am completely enjoying... but my BJJ is still not very good, even if it has improved a lot. I don't care, I look forward to being able to improve even more!
Right now, this moment... I could not care less that there are more belts above the blue, nor if I ever reach another level. What I do care about is the health benefit that BJJ offers me, the good times I experience each and every time I walk into class, and most importantly, the friends I have made that have made my life so much better.
I had said to myself that once this blog's story has reached the point of me being handed the blue, if ever, that this blog would end there, but I've had some people tell me that maybe I should consider continuing it.
Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. It is hard to take it any further than it has come in this last month because that is a very high pinnacle and I don't know if I could ever take it higher... but who knows.
I am going to end this page with a little extra good news. Late November 2014, I plan to go to Toronto, to my sensei's brother's school and live another small dream... I plan to participate in a seminar with Royler Gracie, and if I can somehow manage it, perhaps even get this living legend of BJJ to sign my now retired white belt. Wouldn't that be just an overall amazing experience? I am **so** looking forward to shaking this man's hand and participating in this seminar!
That's about it for now.
My wish is that you all enjoyed reading about my journey as much as I enjoyed sharing it and indeed... living it.
God Bless.
Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. It is hard to take it any further than it has come in this last month because that is a very high pinnacle and I don't know if I could ever take it higher... but who knows.
I am going to end this page with a little extra good news. Late November 2014, I plan to go to Toronto, to my sensei's brother's school and live another small dream... I plan to participate in a seminar with Royler Gracie, and if I can somehow manage it, perhaps even get this living legend of BJJ to sign my now retired white belt. Wouldn't that be just an overall amazing experience? I am **so** looking forward to shaking this man's hand and participating in this seminar!
That's about it for now.
My wish is that you all enjoyed reading about my journey as much as I enjoyed sharing it and indeed... living it.
God Bless.
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