William Jacob

My story begins in Northern Michigan with heartache, I suppose. Our life tragedies shape our lives more significantly than our successes. At an age when life should be full of happiness and gaiety mine was laced with pain and grief. In a few short years I lost my brother to a freak accident, my grandfathers and my Grandmother to whom I was very close, and two very good friends. My family life splintered into cold reminders of the past. I soon left for the Army where I quickly found that this was not my calling. I then made my way through college earning a degree in biology, like my father. However my favorite classes were my writing classes. But, being stricken with a terrible understanding of spelling and grammar, I had always been steered away by teachers and my own insecurities from what I loved to do; imagine and write. Then came a series of failed relationships, kids, and responsibilities. That is a story common with most everyone. Decades later and finding free time on my hands for the first time, I began to write. Years of counseling, reading and self refection since, has brought me to a place of happiness and, I think, understanding that life is a constant flow of change and growth. I hope my imagination and understanding is reflected in this story.