Recently I came across my varsity basketball team photo hanging in the hallway of my old high school. Looking at my cocky, 18-year-old self with medals draped around his neck, I thought about how blind and sheltered I’d been.
Like most young men at that age about to graduate from high school, I thought I had it all figured out. I was destined to be successful and have all the “important” things in life. I was athletic, spent my time with the “popular” kids, and had all the attention I could want from girls. What I didn’t realize was that I was chasing the wrong things.Read More