I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.

One could come from less than humble beginnings, to become a winner from within.

I am proud of who you were, David-that hurt person who refused to "die." And I'm more caring, giving, fixing person, the guy with the same sense of humor and that deft, sensitive touch. Good on you, David I love you.

I had an attachment disorder.

Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time.

It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on the a brighter world.

There's a lot of Dave mania when I speak.