Mark

Mark 1 reminds me of driving in New York City.  There is no time for slowing down to gawk at the magnificent images.  The entire

Mark 2 reminds me of going to school following after my four older brothers.  It seems that their reputations preceded me.  Many teachers, coaches and

Mark 3 reminds me of managing a restaurant in Nashville.  I learned that celebrities are only famous if you know who they are.  I was

Mark 4 reminds me of planting my little backyard garden.   I have the ability to decide what I plant, when I plant, and how thoroughly

Mark 5 reminds me of fair fights.  When we were kids, it was ok for boys to fight, but it was never ok for two

Mark 6 reminds me of going home.  No matter how accomplished an individual becomes, our family and neighbors forever remember us as the kid next

Mark 7 reminds me of an interrogation technique called Minimal Interruption.  The questioner uses one or two words to encourage the suspect to continue speaking. 

Mark 8 reminds me how much I dislike making the same mistake more than once.  Sometimes I even write down steps or landmarks that I

Mark 9 reminds me of being made to shake hands and say you are sorry as kids.  Our parents saw this as a peaceful ending

Mark 10 reminds me of gravitating toward friends with great parents.  I think I just liked to observe.  Not everyone is fortunate enough to have