My first memory was lying in the grass, enjoying a warm summer day, looking up at the sky and marveling at what a wonderful world I lived in. This sense of optimism is a defining trait. Associated with this optimism was the confidence that I could improve the world and make it a better place. I understood at some ridiculously young age that people were neither angels nor demons but some combination thereof and my job was to bring out the angel in everyone.
I was born the oldest child of six. My dad was the oldest child of nine and my mom was the youngest of three. This meant I was surrounded by literally hundreds of relatives who were always supportive and encouraging no matter what crazy thing I was pursuing. I had a plethora of nicknames in my family including little curt, lefty, and patch.
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