About Me

Yours Truly

Just who do I think I am you ask? I’m one of those famous “boomers” you read about. In case you don’t know, boomer doesn’t mean loudmouth.

It means I was born in the late forties, before electricity was invented. To be exact, I arrived here in a little place called “Thunder Bay" Canada. If you’re geographically challenged, I’ll tell you where it is. You’ll find it on the northern tip of Lake Superior, not too far north of Duluth Minnesota.

As you might expect of an outpost on the northern shore of this great Lake, it’s rural. Make that….in my day…near wilderness. Wild places are therefore in my blood, and I was truly inspired by Superior’s vast, brooding ways. This great inland ocean taught me early on that an ominous power lies behind the Universe. A power that can make the grandest dreams real and change the world in wondrous ways.

But, sadly for me, some other unnamed, unknown, unseen force was at work in my life. And it kept this power from me. It kept me from tapping into my potentials to grow until I blossomed.

Unable to figure out what to do with my life, I tossed and turned like any good insomniac. Turfed out of schools for silly pranks, I barely managed to do twelve grades of watered-down courses. Then I got whacked. Crashing a motorcycle in 1966, I was lucky to escape with a shattered leg that sidelined me big-time for about a year. During this time, the powers-that-be (parents, teachers, friends and sundry authorities) convinced me that my aim in life was to “get-a-good-job”.

That was the beginning of my real troubles. I gave up trying to figure out who I was and picked some nice career goals off the shelf. Knuckling down to study stuff I had no interest in, I became an engineer and, not long thereafter, a manufacturing executive. Bad idea. Now let’s fast forward 25 years.

So what happens to someone who has no idea who they are…in the long run? Well, pretty much everyone takes a similar route, but my short story is this. I made lots of money, rose to the top of the corporate ladder, got tons of things, and picked the wrong person to marry. While drinking barrels of booze because I was grossly unhappy with all of it. But what the heck. Pretty much everybody I knew was like that too. It’s just the way it is. Isn’t it? No it isn’t. But if fate, luck, or destiny hadn’t  kicked in, I never would have known it isn’t supposed to be this way. My gravestone would have read….”he never actually lived life”.

Thankfully for me, Divine intervention did happen, and I discovered that unnamed force holding me back mentioned above. It’s called “fear of being judged”. Better yet, I discovered how to get rid of it.

Now what? The biggest surprise of my life. Slowly dissolving this sinister fear, something happened that I never expected. I woke up into a far greater consciousness. I began to see who I am and what I was put here to do. Impossible as it sounds, removing this fear brought my calling back to me. By “calling” of course, I mean “Life Mission”.

No one was more shocked at this than me. Even so, on awakening, I realized I was in the wrong jobs, wrong marriage and amongst birds of vastly different feathers than mine. In short, I had to work my way elsewhere. I had to begin following my passion and finding my soul mate. My passion is helping people discover who they really are. Thanks be to the Power above, my soulmate I found.

And so. Now I’m an ancient corporate executive by day, writing blogs by early morn, passionately trying to get the message in “A Cry For Help” (the book) out to as many people as possible. Why? As we speak I  hear countless people crying for help to discover their reason for being. Book and blog can help.

There you go. A pinprick picture of yours truly.

Oh yes. One more thing. If you aren’t getting up every day, absolutely driven by passion to do what you’re doing, you’re just like I was in that picture I just painted. No way around it. You can take it to the bank.