Sometimes It's Better to Show Up Late Rather Than Not Show Up At All.

I'm sorry I'm late.It's unusual for me to be late. I hate it. I'm that person that says he'll be there in 17 minutes..and I'm there in that time frame. I hope you can accept my apology. I was asked a while ago to do this...to write things down...I was told my life and my journeys were interesting and that they should be documented. I was told this by friends and i was told this by complete strangers, and I was even bothered by someone very close to me to do it...Instead I just listened and I smiled. I kept saying I'll do it. but I never did. I can look back and say so much time has been wasted. But the truth is I'm not that person. My glass is always full. So i look ahead and see what is yet to come...and how wonderful this will be. Overtime you will get to know me, my history leading up to present day, my passions, my downfalls and everything else in between. For now i have to go. There is much work to be done, and wine to be tasted, like I said more on all that later. Cheers