Occasionally I think about getting older (every minute, really), and I don’t feel alone. In our church, we have a weekly meeting called “Men’s Group,” which is the most fun, interesting group of men I’ve ever known. We are all nearly the same age, except for two gentlemen over 90; one of these guys was a ferocious Marine Officer who made it through Vietnam. When I saw this comment, I immediately knew it fit the bill for us. Perhaps any reader of this will think so, too.
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I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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