Here we go again!

I think for as long as I can remember I have always wanted to write.  It has always been a kind of release for me.  Stressed or not, it was a way out and a way to communicate in ways I never knew possible.

Writing has always been a passion, and as of recently it has been put on the back burner.  I have an old camp friend who has challenged me to write more, and possibly fulfill my dreams of writing a book some day.  My excuses, and I can come up with a bunch of them, she was able to counter.  I can't write, because I have a family, that needs attention, yep, so does she.

I have a full time job that takes a lot of time and patience and I get burned out, yep you guessed it, she does too.  Agh, but you don't coach football, which takes a TON of time.  She has not said it yet, but i can here her saying yeah but you are not coaching now, the season is over, and my kids play sports, so while you are sitting there watching the Saints beat up on the Falcons on Thursday Night Football on the NFL channel, pic up the Ole Mac Book and start pecking away.

I was not sure exactly where to start, and I guess that is okay.  For me, I think just typing whatever my fingers type and go from there.  It is a starting point, and you have to start some where to fulfill your dreams.

Here it is, my journey, past, present and future starts here.  On this blog site today and tomorrow and whenever else I get a free moment.  I do not consider myself a controversial person, but I know that people do not agree with me on everything.  So I am going to put myself out there at some point and let people see the real me.

So here it is my first rambling comes from probably the most rewarding job I have ever had.  Living as a counselor, supervisor, and program director for a wilderness camp, that people thought I was crazy for working at.

I saw a great number of kids come in criminal, and change their life for the better.  I was cussed up one side and down the other.  I was called every name in the book.  Kids said that they slept with my wife the night before (ummm, I was not married at the time) so no harm in that.  They would talk about sleeping with my mom (ummm again, my mom lives in Indiana)  most kids have never been out of the city of Greensboro, Winston-Salem, or Lowgap North Carolina.  For them behaviorally it was more of a mind game.  If they could get under my skin as a counselor or program director.

Trust me, there were many times as a counselor in the woods, especially in the beginning, when it would get to me and my pride would take a big hit.  Going head to head with these kids was giving them exactly what they wanted.  It took me many many late nights, of sitting up till 2:00 in the morning in 30 degree weather trying to figure out what exactly I was doing.

There was something about not being able to eat indoors like the rest of the groups, in that cold weather that makes you as a counselor and the campers as a group to look at the bigger picture.  What problem is really worth having when we are sitting eating cold food in our camp site.  Our pot belly won't light because our wood is wet, or for some of my more disfunctional groups, we could not function well enough as a group to even chop wood which was supposed to be a daily job.

Ok so i will have to continue later, I only have sixteen minutes until my computer shuts down.  Guess that is why the old timers still use typewriters.  They don't go dead at 11 o clock at night.  ok till tomorrow, pow wow to writing and pow wow to my family.