Except in the Bible, very few accounts really begin at the beginning. Life is a journey filled with adventure and all sorts of interesting critters–some noble, some ignoble, and most just wandering around looking for directions.
As our paths cross with others, stories intersect, adventures are recounted, and others encountered. And in most cases, in a short while the paths diverge once more.
We rarely hear the story from beginning to end. It starts somewhere in the middle and ends sometime later when life pushes us along.
So it is is with my own journey. It’s just one path among many–not so significant to most people, if it were not for the factory, in which I labor daily.
But already I am ahead of myself on this journey.