Destiny is Fictional

Destiny is Fictional

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I am not sure I thought much about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I will focus on one specific memory.

I sat watching the television of the Phillies playing the Mariners. I believe Seattle was a new team. Baseball was my life back then. The memory of what I was watching is vague.

All I recall is the camera panning views of The Pacific Northwest. The view was exotic and vastly different from my small world in Pennsylvania. There were plenty of oceans, but oceans I did not recognize. I only knew sandy east coast beaches

I wanted to go there.

I also recollect, being in Fenwick Island Delaware as a kid. I was as far east as I could be.I remember watching the sun set in the west. There was a road that led into town. I imagined an entire country out there, I knew very little about.

I remember getting off the airplane many years later for my first assignment in Seattle. I had a connection to that first glimpse as a five year old.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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