My Easter Sunday Conversion

Life sure hasn’t gone the way I had ever dreamed it would. Matter of fact, most of my youthful dreams were just that — dreams. As a kid, when I’d picture myself as an adult, I’d see myself driving in a red convertible, carefree with the wind in my hair, sunglasses on my face, looking sophisticated while blowing long, graceful lines of smoke from a cigarette as I toured through city streets shadowed by towering sky scrapers. I imagined myself enjoying a lucrative career, looking like a hot shot. But the reality of all of that never transpired. Instead, I took a turn down a narrow road that lead me to places that I didn’t even know existed.