Mt. Aspiring National Park, NZ
We live among titans.
We have no other way to describe it. “gods” seems too presumptuous for monotheists and “demi-gods” too second-rate. “Champions” too sporty and “giants” too dependent on physical proportions.
Google software engineers, F-16 fighter pilots, world-class preachers, property barons, lawyers and teachers, real-life Coast Guardsmen rescue personnel that make Kevin Costner look like a pansy (and the guy who actually did the stunts for him in the movie), freewheeling gypsies, ivy league college grads & PhDs, internet millionaires, global circumnavigating sailors, national level speakers and coaches, songwriters, sales directors who spend their free time climbing the ice encrusted peaks of Colorado, proud parents of beautiful, intelligent children the list goes on…
These are not people who we hope to someday become, or observe in awe from a distance and pray might deem us good enough to network with. These are the people with whom we drink beer and play Dungeons and Dragons. (Well, some of them. The rest are more into video games. We mix it up.)
Of course, they aren’t all those things to us. Usually they have first names and are, in general, rather humble about it all. Nonetheless when we stop to think about it the people around us are quite the collection. If we are indeed the product of those that surround us then we are grateful for the excellence of those we call friends. (That would be you all, in case you were checking.)
So as you might guess when we get an invite from one of these exceptional people for an amazing adventure, we do our best to make good…
