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Donuts and Space-Time

Friends,
Have you ever stopped to consider the profound (and sometimes unforeseen) impact our actions can have on the fabric of the universe? The thought occurred to me as I was watching Pablo, my 6 foot something fourteen-year-old son. He is a smart, likeable, independent young man who is starting to assert his personal tastes (big Afro) and will, sooner than you know it, be an adult -fully in charge of his own destiny. If you rewind just a little, it was not so long ago he was that "I'm cute and I know it" six-year-old, small enough to sit on daddy's lap, sporting a hairstyle to daddy's liking. Rewind a little further and he was a twinkle in his daddy's eye. A decision waiting to be made. An action ready to be taken. Pure potential. Today, I can’t imagine life without him (or any of my other kids). Back then, I couldn’t imagine how much he would enrich my life. The same can be said for so many decisions. Enrolling in University, starting a new project, making an investment, doing a good turn. While not all our decisions are as profound as giving life to a new being, the consequences of our actions here and now can –and will—shape our future, and touch countless others in ways we can't yet envision. It is humbling (and sometimes scary) to think we can wield such power. I encourage you to use it wisely (and don't let it overwhelm you). Whatever you do, start now. Stop procrastinating. Take that next step. Share a Holy Donut (they’re waiting!). Take that bold first step down the path… who knows where it might lead.
Happy Friday!

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