Bagels, Passion, and Purpose

I gave my wallet a good once over the other day and came across this again. An ID card that I have kept tucked away in there ever since it was given to me back in 2000. It is a military identification that was issued the day after I was let out of prison and the day before the military released me back into the wild - almost nine years into my career. And if you can’t tell by looking at me, I am “impaired” to the gills. It makes me giggle whenever I clean out my wallet and stumble upon it. It also resurrects some deeper memories and emotions, however.