The year was 1979 and I remember it well for 3 reasons: my mother had collected all of us children in the dead of night, like so often happened during that time as she escaped one abusive or dysfunctional relationship for some other ‘prince’ in some other place…that evening she loaded us into a station…
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that :)