From the time I was 6 years old, I only ever remember wanting one thing for Christmas – a bike. I wanted a two-wheeler like most of my buddies had – a bicycle that I could go riding on with my friends. A bike that I could take out into the countryside after school and on weekends exploring the back roads and hills and valleys that surrounded the little town where I lived. And so every Christmas I would write my letter to Santa and ask him for a new bike. I didn’t care about what make it was o...

Sometimes there are things that we say – things that we do - that grow bigger as time passes. Sometimes our actions and words ripple out through time and cause waves that jostle and bounce us years after they were done or spoken. Sometimes the seeds of word and deed grow into something greater and more beautiful than could ever be imagined… When I was kid we didn’t have a lot. In fact, even that is a bit of an exaggeration - we barely had anything. Dad worked hard, but he would have had to wo...