If I ever write an auto-biography, this story most likely will be there. It is a story about my life I thought you might find interesting. Many times when I tell my stories, people say, “You should write a book about that.” So, here’s a start…

1970 Minnesota -- When I was in High School I liked to shoot the bow and arrow. My dad made a target and taught me how to shoot. I used to practice for hours every day after school, making hundreds of trips between my shooting location and the target to retrieve my arrows.

I got to be very good with a bow and arrow. I never missed the small center of the target. I got to the point where I never missed a swinging target either. Many times I would look at the target, close my eyes and shoot. I almost never missed the center of the target with my eyes closed.

One day, I was showing off to some of my friends. (Something teenage boys do very well.) I said, “Hey, watch this!” I closed my eyes and let the arrow fly. When I heard a heart-stopping crashing sound, I did not want to open my eyes. How could I have missed the target? Not only did I miss the target; I missed the entire target stand.

About four feet to the left of the target were at least a dozen windows stacked neatly against the wall of the garage. Yup! You guessed it. You can image what happened when my speeding arrow met a stack of glass windows. That week my Dad made sure I became an expert at replacing window glass.