My dream was to play pro hockey;
but I skated like I had cinder blocks on my feet.
I tried baseball;
I couldn't hit well, nothing more than a "double".
I tried football;
I sucked at that too.
But, that day in 1982 when I took a rented NelSpot and two tubes of blue oil-based Nelson into the woods in New Hampshire and shot out my hunting buddy Joe, his brother John, two complete strangers and then captured a flag and ran it home for the win, I knew what I was destined to do. The sky opened up, a beam of sunlight shone down on that NelSpot in my hand and a loud booming voice said "son, THIS is what YOU were meant to do".
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd, smiling...