I used to believe that I was a shipbuilder.
I believed it was my calling, my duty, my responsibility to humanity to build a big boat, and to encourage everyone I could to get on board.
The longer I sailed the seas of life, the more I realized I was not the only boat on the water. There were many other boats; both large and small.
I ran into vessels of all kinds. Each boat had a different look, a different feel, a different flare, but they all seemed to have the same purpose; to save that which was lost.
Then I began to wonder, are the people I’m trying to save really lost at all, or am I the one who is truly in need of saving?
