Story time with Boo (Tarzan)

Boo was a energetic kid who defied all odds, but his birth defect didn’t slow him down. From time to time Boo had to stay over to his great grandparents house because his parents worked long shifts. Naturally Boo’s great-grandmother was over protective but Boo wasn’t having it. During the 70s Tarzan was a big show on tv and a lot of kids tried to mimic Tarzan swinging from vine to vine. Long story short, you know Boo had to try swinging from a rope in a tall oak tree and somehow his right ankle got tangled up and he was hanging upside down calling for help. Frantically his grandmother ran to the tree when she heard his cries for help and was able to cut him down. Let’s just say Tarzan was grounded from that day forward, more ways than one…😂

Impact

Since I was a kid I’ve always feared death, I guess because there are unknown factors surrounding it. I always say, none of our loved ones has ever come back to tell us how it is on the other side. The death of Kobe and Gigi Bryant and the 7 other souls in that helicopter crash has really put me in a reflection mode, my own mortality has come into question numerous times over this past week. I’m questioning my purpose in life, have I made an impact in this world? When I started this blog in 2016 my goal was to inspire, four years later, 1000 blogs later, is it enough? When is enough, enough? I’ve revamped this blog so many times, I’ve lost count, my brain won’t let me stick to one niche. I truly love the art of storytelling, I love putting all of my emotions out there, I love painting pictures with my words. Hey guys forgive me for rambling but this has been a trying week, it’s hard to put into words. I promise you that my impact will not be ego driven, I truly believe my purpose is to inspire, it remains to be seen what that looks like.