My life has been burrowed into one deep labyrinth of a goal. I am here to enable someone else, anyone else. They (the elusive
they) say life is a journey with a path and a purpose and that we all fill some role, but mine is to help others reach their goals. I am nothing independent of other people; my path is nothing without someone to walk beside. I find that I am nothing but a sum of my accomplishments, which can only be measured against the success or failure of those I work with. And I am satisfied with this. This is what I do, this is how I work. I derive the most satisfaction knowing that if I don't make it through another day, another night, that I will have made a difference and I have already met my life's goal, and all that's left between now and the end of that day I don't make it through is to keep up my work. I will always be needed, and I will always find that one who needs me. I say my gift is that I can teach anyone how to learn anything. I am not a leader, nor a follower. I am a pathfinder. I know the way.
Teaching fractions and geometry to someone with no positive relationship with mathematics of any sort seemed overwhelming. I chose drafting. It should do nicely. But first, the concept of scale, and using equipment to gather information.
Macro - flash. I was right on my subject, and the camera was on the table. I couldn't get the lens any closer to my focal point. I know, I tried.
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