There’s a faint reflection…caught as if in an afterthought out of the corner of my eye…but it blurs quickly as if being wiped away and then it’s gone. I beckon with faint abandon for it to return and stare deeply at where I had thought it had once been…afraid to blink for fear that I…
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 :)