Thank you all.
The people who inspired this. Wil, Marty, Allison, Marc-Andre and so many others. It was started and written over a course of three years, it started on a desk in a call center at the lowest point in my life. I think, honestly, those books saved my life. So much of my raw pain is in those pages, and it was healing to write them.
I couldn't have written it without the real world people supporting me, stepping in and caring for me like those characters in the book. I've struggled since those books, health and other life reasons. I earned my Professor-title, taught students, been in some of the weirdest, most insane places in the world. I worked for a time for the UN, I've slept in mud huts, and in luxury hotels. Eaten with a king, talked all night with broken souls, and shared bread with whoever needed it.
I've raised my own adopted son, Jacob, and am proud of him beyond my wildest imaginings. Been in love and been loved by giants of souls. Made mistakes, cried, fought, lost, and always, ALWAYS got back up again and gave as good as I got.
Thank you
Prof. Christopher Patrick Lydon. (A scruffy Brit who wears glasses and drinks too much coffee)