Who am I?

Who am I?

Isn’t that the question we all ask at some time or another to ourselves? As I ponder how to answer this question to those who found my page, I think of a favorite movie of mine.


V For Vendetta

Evey Hammond asks, ” Who are you?”

V: Who? Who is but a form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey Hammond says, “Well, I can see that”

V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is


I purposely avoided the typical “About” link. Why? Because do we really want to know ABOUT someone? Their background, where they grew up, what their favorite color is, and what kind of music they like. I think the better question we want to know about someone is, ” Who are you? “. It’s good to know about someone, but the real curiosity is to find out someone’s true intentions. To find out what drives them, what makes them tick, what exactly is their real character. I’ve always found that to be, at times, a hard question to answer. When answered honestly, it takes a second. Unless you get asked this question a lot then I guess you could explain this pretty quick.

But really…Who are you?

Who we are is like an old picture in a photo album. A snapshot in time. We have various stories of who we were, who we are now, and who we hope to be. All the while this continues to evolve as we grow older and wiser.

Here’s the snapshot. Who was I as a child?

I was once a young child, innocent to what life holds. Active, yet analytical. I loved puzzles. But not the 100 pieces in a box type of puzzle, the thinking, strategic, outside of the box type. I was also a fighter, but not the keep pushing through hard times type of fighter. I was the, throwing punches, and wrestling in the street kind. Those were the days.

Who was I as a teenager?

Lost! No direction. I’m amazed at how I passed high school. I had the clarity of someone with 20/60 vision. You ever rode passenger in a car going 100 mph and tried to pay attention to the trees? I could only focus on one thing at a time while life seemed to be moving at increasing speeds. While I hit some bumps, I’m glad I didn’t wreck. Thank God for some well-intentioned thoughts and some very helpful people at that time in my life.

Who was I in my early to mid-’20s

Everybody has their version of their lowest. As of now, that was mine. Let’s say, I was Whip Whitaker, from the movie “Flight” and somehow, I landed this plane call life, upside down, in an open field with only a couple scratches. I’m still scratching my head.

Finally, Who I am now?

Who I am now is a culmination, of all of those things, but with 30 years of experience. I’m an adventurer. I’m a traveler. I’m entrepreneurial, I’m demanding of myself, I’m understanding of others, and I’m outspoken, but with introverted tendencies. I feel as though I have an infinite thirst for knowledge and if you’re reading this, I have a feeling you do too.

So, who am I? I’m you…I’m her…I’m him. I’m the result of numerous mistakes. A few missteps. Plenty of failures. Some successes. I am my experiences. And If we’re smart enough, we’re the results of the experiences of others. That’s why I love to read. For the sheer fact that you can learn more from others before actually experiencing it.

But I’m also hard headed. So many things I had to learn the hard way, and still do. Life is and can be the best teacher. That’s why I always say, ” Books aren’t just to be read, they’re to be lived.” Now you know who I am right now.

“Without Knowledge Action is Useless and Knowledge without Action is futile.”
-Abu Bakr

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