Mark Matteson

From age 12 to 13-1/2, I grew 9” in those painful 18 months.  I was a gangly, clumsy kid.  Who wouldn’t be?  My knees ached constantly and I knocked things over with great regularity.  It became an issue in my family and frankly, a punch line and callback, mostly with raised eyebrows or disgusted looks. […]

I ran into an old friend today.  We had a lot of the same classes in junior high.  His name is Tim.  He saw me driving and made a u-turn to say hello. We talked for 30 minutes.  We talked about childhood memories. The conversation turned to gratitude.  We are both grateful to be alive.  […]