Who I am

 I have some super great stories, at least I think they are. I have done some amazing things. Recently I went to Alaska for 8 months. I became a Jeep Tour Guide on the second most scenic route in the world ( according to National  Geographic). Denali National Highway. It was a big thing for me to do. Go off on my own, live out of my car and tent camp, go to a place I’ve never been and don’t know a soul. I was quite proud of myself. There were many things I learned about Alaska, the natives there, the animals. I did many things I’ve never done before. I saw great things and beauty beyond compare. And this is just recent. I’ve gone hang gliding, sky diving. I’ve gone to get a hamburger and ended up two states away at a great diner. I used to ride a cow like people ride a horse. I found kittens in the hayloft and thrown chicken down the outhouse ( I was four). I swam with sharks and had plans to go to Antartica that fell through.  These are things I like to talk about to others. These stories make up who I am. I would like people to know who I am.

I love listening to other’s stories about their lives. I love asking questions. I want to know who they are. I will listen to them over and over again. Each time I might learn something new. And get to know them a little better. 

I would love for someone to listen to me like that. Just get to know who I am. Just hear me a little bit. Just hear me. It seems no one what’s to hear me or know me.

I guess people are in their own little world and maybe I am too. In my world the way you remember someone and know they lived is to listen to their stories. Hear them. 

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