Doesn't it make you wonder why some people seem to be born knowing, with the utmost certainty, what their purpose is, some stumble onto it but recognize their immediate passion for it, while others, seemingly never even have a clue?
I've been on this earth for over 60 years. During my three tours in Vietnam in the late 1960s, I was almost (read that should have been but some how was not) killed over 6 times. I still am not sure why...
