I’m turning 50 this week.

I’m not yet fifty — it’s just six days away — but I thought I’d lead you through my journey, and maybe you’ll learn a thing or two that will help you on your journey.

Intelligence

I want you to believe I’m smart.

I know it sounds so shallow, but it’s true.

I’ve never cared much about how my reputation is affected by opinions about my clothing, vehicles or income.

On the other hand, I hope you think I’m smart.

It’s good discipline to be a lifelong learner.

When I was a young man my friends Steve Schesvold, Dave Murphy and David Villringer would tease me for my recklessness.

One morning at the conclusion of a Grace Community Church pancake breakfast I needed to dispose of my paper plate.  Being “blessed” with both laziness and misguided self-confidence I threw away my plate. Unfortunately, I attempted to throw away my crumb-filled, syrup-laden plate from across the room, over tables, around other people and into the trash can.

I failed.

I cannot recall all the specifics, but I know I missed the can and hit an innocent bystander with my less that aerodynamic plate.

I worked the graveyard shift as a desk clerk in suburban Chicago.  While the weekend night were often busy late into the night, many nights I had lots of free time.   I was confined to a small space in a locked office behind glass.  I spoke through a slot below the glass.  I exchanged money and passed room keys through that small opening.

Yes, there were lonely, sleepy nights.

Alone I had several options.  I watched television.  I listened to music. Occasionally I napped.   As a newly committed God-follower I spent hours reading my Bible.