Creator of Great American Thrills Celebrates 30th Birthday
So, this is thirty.
In the first third of my life – I’ve come pretty far. I no longer require diapers, can walk on my own two feet and live on my own.
I’ve had loves of my life – only to have them move on, made countless acquaintances but only a few true friends.
I’ve had some highs on some incredible rides and I’ve had some significant lows; none worse than when I lost my Mother suddenly back in 2004 – and then was lost, myself.
Until, one day in 2010 – in the basement of Packard Hospital – I realized this wasn’t the life I wanted. Staring at the same model of hospital bed that I watched my Mother pass away on – soaked in blood – I vowed a change.
And so, I did just that.
I fulfilled a promise and graduated college. I pushed myself professionally at an airship company.
An airship company, people!
And I had the time of my damn life.
I met a spunky young coaster enthusiast – who to this day makes me look amazing on film, and who shares in a dream of a better tomorrow through entertainment, enthusiasm and saying the word “poo” whenever possible in our documentaries.
I’ve made some mistakes, and will sure make a ton more – but so long as I learn something from them – they’ll always help me in the long run.
All the while, each and every day I’ve lived, all 10,927 and a half of them – brings me the experience necessary to take on the next challenge. I may not have seen it at the time, but it’s all been part of this grand journey we call life.
Here’s to the next two thirds (and more!)