You may look at my life and see a lowly construction worker. I wake up early, I gather my things, and leave my solitary apartment. I do manual labor all day, I eat out of a food truck and then go home at the end of the day, tired, have a beer, watch some baseball, and typically fall asleep early to do it all over again the next day. My life isn’t one of excitement, or even that much fulfillment. I enjoy my job, or I wouldn’t slave away at it for modest means. But my life wasn’t always this mundane, it used to be a lot worse, and not worse in the sense of boring, but in the sense that I was a worse person.

I grew up in an orphanage, St. Anthony’s, it wasn’t like in the movies you see, no creepy fathers, or chastising nuns, it was just boring. We did lectures, we did communions, and I was raised with the bible in one hand and a cross in the other. A lot of the orphans who wound up there I figure were probably being groomed to join the priesthood themselves, but I knew at an early age that it wasn’t for me. I wasn’t into the pious living, and celibacy sounded like a worse punishment than being sentenced to hell.

Any trouble that I got in growing up was mostly fooling around because I was bored. I didn’t seek out breaking the rules, but often in the course of trying to find something interesting to do, some of them may have gotten broken in the process. I wasn’t a thief, or violent, or anything of that nature, I was just a kid with a lot of energy and nowhere to put it. We didn’t get your standard teaching at the orphanage either, sure we got math, and English and history, but all of it was through a veil of religion. History taught us that evolution is stupid and that the Earth is only a few thousand years old, and this is what I believed until my teens.

It was on my Eighteenth birthday that I got released from the orphanage. No adoption, I don’t even know if any families looked at me never mind thought about adopting me. I went through my life in the orphanage, and then it was over, I was on my own now. It didn’t take long to get a job as a dishwasher, and then one as a waiter. I eventually worked my way up crappy little jobs, until I found myself where I am now. If you’re looking for a story with a bunch of hardships, well, this isn’t it. I have had my trials as all of us had, but for the most part, I can say that my life has been fairly mediocre. It wasn’t until I found myself in my current job that I found something I was actually passionate about, which is the subject of this blog.

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