I like to have fun and enjoy life. Making the most out of life will make the most out of us as people. I have always been the type of person that spends a lot of time and effort trying to improve upon what I've been given. I believe in potential and actualizing that potential. It is not what you can do, but realizing that you can usually do more.I'm originally from Indiana, out in the middle of nowhere. I had a relatively good childhood and was a quiet kid up until just before I became a teenager, then all hell broke loose. : ) I was a hard person to control. I did a lot of stupid things. After years of practice and work, I'm now the well-rounded person I am today. Just after high school, I went into the army as an electrical technician and worked on various different electronics. I spent fours years in and got out to go to college. I'm now working on becoming a radiologist. I start back to school (at Owens, in Toledo - OH) in January 07. I look forward to going back to school after not being in classes for two semesters, thanks to a problem of finding classes that I needed. Also, I changed my major from nursing to radiology. So, that is me. What about you? : )--------------------------------------------------------------------Life is a balancing gameSides and scales to measureNothing stays the sameHappiness, pain, or pleasureKnow that time is only an illusionThat creates past, present, and futureGrowing and learning, a parable fusionStability holding us together like a sutureWisdom will come with time and experienceAlong with effort and an open mindKnowledge can close the door to ignoranceAnd release us from the chains that bind--------------------------------------------------------------------ArmorThe past is my armorI am the blacksmithUncaring people, the kilnPain, the fireMy mind, the handMy heart, the finished product--------------------------------------------------------------------Stone and MortarThe castle stretches from the sea to the cloudsTowering so high above me and all else it shroudsCreating a shadow over those who helped build itWalls hiding all that it is filled withNo matter the strength of the stoneWeak mortar made from lies, cracks and crumbles--------------------------------------------------------------------Candlelit shadows play on the walls of our dreams...Time's boots tracking mud on our silken loving ways...Cry until ducts bleed red tears of losses...Crimson acceptance of a love that sadly cannot ever be expressed....Touch the Weathered walls that withstood the test of time and seasons of rain...Watch them turn to dust and fall to the floor, raining down, over, and between your fringers...A sword in the stone which few could ever pull from the dust of lost hope...Christmas wrapping paper crumpled, torn, and twisted beside a box full of love you've always dreamed of...Pulled from within, a soft, warm, and fuzzy sqeaky puppy with a wet nose..only to lick your lips with a loving kiss of acceptance...