It seems fitting to start at the end.
A few days ago on May 23rd, 2015, I was fortunate enough to graduate from Rochester Institute of Technology with a Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering with an emphasis in Aerospace and a concentration in Communication. That's an insanely long way to say I'm good with numbers, bad with words, and will probably stare at your feet when we converse. So I apologize now for misspellings, bad grammar, and general nonsense you may find throughout this blog.
My graduation weekend also coincided with the Rochester International Air Show. Throughout the weekend the skies were packed with planes of all sorts practicing over our heads. It seemed a strange tribute, graduating as an engineer with a focus on aerospace that this would happen. But it also struck me as...strange. I'm lucky enough to live in a time and place where hearing and seeing these planes strikes awe and inspiration. There was a time when the original purpose of them was to strike fear and create destruction. It reminded me that I have been very blessed to live the life I have. Many things have lined up, sacrifices made, challenges faced, and decisions made to get me to where I stand today.
I thank all the people that have helped me along thus far, all the people still helping and all those I will encounter. Without all of you, this journey wouldn't be possible.
