I am a happily married middle-aged man who served his country as a peacetime sailor in the US Navy in the late 1980's. I served as a nuclear-trained Machinist's Mate, with extra training to earn a designation of Engineering Laboratory Technician. I stood both mechanical watches (operating pumps, valves, steam generators, and some auxiliary equipment) as well as the "ELT" watch where I performed technician-level chemical analyses of primary coolant (the radioactive stuff) and secondary water systems (the non-radioactive water in the steam generators). I also performed routine contamination and radiation surveys. You know, "radiological controls" stuff.
I returned to civilian life just prior to the First Gulf War. I saw no combat during my military service.
In civilian life I experienced, and at times even enjoyed, a varied career: a "jack-of-all-trades" career which culminated in serving as a computing support technician at the University of Virginia. I got my first taste for writing political commentary by posting comments on American Thinker (americanthinker.com) and The American Spectator (spectator.org) sites via the Disqus user name "TwoShoes." On occasion I continue to post on those sites using that moniker.
I had to retire from full-time work in early 2013 due to significant health issues. Some 3 years later I was invited to join the "team writer" staff at the WesternFreePress.com website after my Disqus discussion posts on American Thinker and The American Spectator websites caught the eye of WFP's outreach coordinator/recruiter.
I am, in a word, an intellectual.
This is not a boast: it is, instead, a confession.
I make nothing. I don't grow cabbages, carrots, or corn. I don't build beautiful bookshelves or any other sort of stylish furniture. I don't fix cars. I don't build rockets or space station components. I don't soothe troubled souls. I do not help heal broken bodies.
Instead, I write. I craft any number of flowing collections of words, phrases, and paragraphs. My work, such as it is, is in the arena of ideas: not farm fields, workshops, garages, or factories. I don't work in places of healing.
And yet I have value. I have worth. This is due, not because of anything I've done, but because of what Someone else did. The value of any human soul is demonstrated, illustrated, and proven by what Christ did on the Cross. He died for each and every one of us. As individuals. Even when we each stubbornly remained saturated in our sin and soiled by our own pettiness and filth.
Now then, even if you subscribe to a different belief structure or worship tradition than do I (and even if you are not a Christian), consider this: no matter how small or even how big your world is, there is always Something Bigger is there not? No matter your station in life, be you a farmer, a cabinet maker, a mechanic, an engineer, a counselor, or yes, even a politician--even if you are President of the United States--there remains Something larger than you: a Something that, or a Someone who, is Greater.
Indeed, even the scientists have to scratch their heads more often than not. Quantum entanglement. Dark matter. Bose-Einstein Condensates. The Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics. Schrödinger's Cat. These things, certainly; but also the amazingly mysterious power of Love.
Thank you for reading this bit of somewhat self-indulgent prose. Love your family. Love your neighbor. Love life itself.