My name is Amy.
My age and where I live most of you know.
I have finally found a path in this walk of life that I enjoy.
It is poultry.
Another road is gardening.
It is amazing how one path runs into another, and another. Where life takes us - makes us.
The lessons learned sometimes are hard.
It has been said that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
I believe in this. I believe that not only does it make us stronger but it builds who we are.
I am not sure that I believe in heaven, but I do believe in hell. I think we are living in it. I hope that when this journey ends there is something better waiting. Our life is a preperation for what awaits in the future. I guess I watch too much sci-fi stuff.
Life is hell. I have had a difficult life as have most of you. It starts at a young age and continues going. I call it "young and dumb". You know the age, that one when you think you know it all. When no one can tell you different, and you own the world. This is when life starts molding you. That time when who you are, what you believe are beginning to be.
Sadly I did not learn the lessons until later in life. I think most of us did. But there are a few who knew the path they wanted to take at an early age.
My path is poultry.
I enjoy most all aspects of it. Even cleaning the coops is not a dislike.
Marriage.
I have a wonderful husband, who thinks the world of me.
Family.
I hope I have done something right here. My son is a wonderful person who is growing and like me at his age does not have a path. I hope he discovers a road with his newist adventure in the army.
My Family.
What is left of it, I plan on charishing. Mother, Father,Grandmother, Sisters, Brothers,Aunts and cousins. They are a part of me. A part that I have closed the door on. I have not allowed them to see "me". I am the daughter, sister, grandchild - the one who is there, but is not.
These pages are for you. All of you. A look at me from inside the window. The lessons I have learned. From gardening, to poultry, to life. My views, my sucesses, my failures.
Me
