I don’t matter.
That’s really how this whole thing started. I was living in New Jersey in what I would describe as a self-induced coma. Forgetting about the dream my 6 year old self had of wearing a cape and making a difference in the world.
Having to stare that in the eye was just too difficult, so I decided to do what any rational person would do when faced with a life that was not meeting expectations. I ran away. I picked up my family and tore them from everything they knew and we moved to Florida.
And that’s when I met Dick.