I have been told I should not only write a reflection of my life but to so too tell the story and narrate it. It is strange to me to think that others find the tale captivating and strange yet do so with a sincere and honest curiosity about it. As it goes, it is not that I disagree with them rather it is strange to retell and recount it all; I find it difficult to overcome the humbleness in it with, one sense of pride conflicting with another. So that is seemingly something I must do in time to come, many times over when I have shared portions of it the same sentiment is expressed. Perhaps I am worthy of such a narrative.