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From where he sits presently, he is convinced that the choices  he made, the paths he took, and  the roads not taken were far and away, being guided by supernatural hands.  That over a 50 year period his ship would dock so serenely, was highly unpredictable.                                                                          

From the age of 14, he was very cognisant of the direction in which he wanted to proceed.  That was the initial turning point in his life when he began to focus on his future, and without a doubt,  the young man's dedication was set in stone.  His will and determination were strong, and a forward looking pathway began to unfold and become crystal clear.

From the frosted winter's dawn to the steamy and humid days of summer, he fought back many a tear of melancholy.  At the stillness of the gloaming, a friendly rest appeared to ease the day's toil; and deep into the night, hopeful dreams of the valiant warrior prepared him for the next day's fight. The hope- starved back fields of Dixie required one to be forevermore protected with the phycological shields  of steel.  His was a  life destined to be one of substance and purpose; not one to remain bathed in a rich pathos of poverty.

No woulda's, coulda's, and shoulda's are causing him to be upset                                                                          His is a free spirit and in his sunsets, there are no regrets
08172017PSContest, Eight word Challenge-3, John Hamilton

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