I was looking for a long time for this one. I searched many places and was many things. I have driven buses, coached in basketball tournaments in foreign lands, traveled to the rich and famous in Newport, RI, slept in NYC train stations and even a Syracuse train station- don’t tell Mom. I looked under bridges and slept outside baseball stadiums all night. I have climbed to the top of the Goldman Dorm, fallen into the roadside curb in Bear Mountain. I looked even in the beautiful towns of Amenia, Haverstraw and the City of Sin. I even took my Real Boss into Ireland into a castle to find a gift.

But as I neared the age of 50, and felt pressed for time. I really searched hard and long into my soul. I listened to my closest advisors and dearest friends. I even tried listening to my mom and wife and twin sister. But they know best that I don’t like being told what to do. Don’t tell my Real Work Boss that one!

But as my birthday of epic proportions neared. As a matter of fact my old roommate has the same birthday. But he’s another story. Some of which I could even print. But most of it probably not. (College roommates know too much). As I was saying, as the day neared and my twin sister grew silently grim and nervous…I told her for the ten millionth time in our history together, “Don’t worry Sandy…I finally found who I am.”

She rolled her eyes at me again, like she taught my daughter to…thanks again sis…

But- when I told her the answer, boy was she relieved.

I said I found my calling. And that is a gift. To find your calling. I hope my nieces and nephews and children and kids I have ever met and will ever meet find it as soon as they can.

Because knowing I am a teacher has made all the difference to who I am. Inside and out I can finally help, all those I meet and even the ones I never see- to find their calling and be as happy as me.

Thanks for Coming!