Even if my faith is fully restored to what it once was, or greater, I am still not sure it will be the size of a mustard seed.

I never actually kept a diary, so it wasn't easy recalling my past from childhood. I was able to recall most of the humorous and sad situations that are most relevant to me and those whom I wish to reach with this book. There isn't really anything incriminating to write about, but there are silly moments. I am not perfect and I don't know of anyone who is, but I always make the best of every situation, which is exactly what God expects us to do. This is actually a collection of individual memories that aren't necessarily in date order. I went to school, to the army and to work, and finally on to becoming a family man, but will I ever really change? I don't think I can!

You will probably have a good laugh at the mischief I have caused over the years, both intentional and unintentional, and you will probably shed a tear or two, but does this make me a comedian, a philosopher, or just another novelist and poet?