Castles in the Sand

When the waters rise, will our castles remain?

I blame Frosty for many things in my life. I blame him for my desire to stay at a small school rather than pursue a “big time” job at a Division I university. I blame him for my recognition that the journey is more important than the destination. And I absolutely blame him for my unwavering passion for athletics and the belief that few experiences can more effectively shape hearts and souls than the brotherhood forged on the field of play – and I never played a competitive team sport.

Periodically I’ll think of a seemingly random moment in my life, often many years ago, and trace forward how that one instance radically altered the trajectory of my existence. It’s a way of looking back, not in regret, but in awe at the tremendous weight of each decision we make. We think of major ceremonious …

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