As I continue to regain and reinforce my positive focus, I thought you might like to read one of my very early posts. This post from November 24, 2007, brings back some profound inspiration. Makes me understand, no matter what barriers come my way, I can climb over them and realise how much I have to be grateful for.
In the early summer of '72 I had travelled from Vancouver to San Francisco on a Greyhound bus. Upon my arrival in that great northern California city, this wide-eyed eighteen year old prepared himself for a wonderful, multi-cultural experience. Here I was, in San Francisco! Wow! It looked just like it did on television. Cable cars, Fisherman's Wharf, the winding roads, the very steep hills, and of course, Alcatraz.