I was born into a loving home, the first of three children. We grew up very close, and are best friends to this day. Our home was filled with laughter and joy. I went to good schools, was remarkably intelligent and pretty much coasted through primary and high school. I managed to get good grades with minimal effort. I was accepted into medical school. I was ecstatic, my parents beamed with pride, told everyone they knew, paraded me all over, introducing me as "the one who will be a doctor".
I always knew that one day, I would start to write. But never in a million years, did I think I would start like this.
Imagine with me. You are young, 31. Healthy, happy, successful. Your life is beautiful. Nothing really ever goes that wrong, you have been blessed all of your years.
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.