The Zephyrs of Preakness, and LOVE

"Live life lovin', and love livin' life"--- Casey Neilson from The Zephyrs of Preakness (2014)

It's alive! It's ALIVE! Today, on my big brother's birthday, The Zephyrs of Preakness took flight into the digital world on Amazon Kindle for 99 cents! It was a long process but it I learned A TON! You can't ask for much more than that, with any experience in life. The story that started out as a screen play in 2004 is now a novel in 2014, and my first published novel! 

As I listen to David Lanz's song Christofori's Dream on Pandora, I'm in awe of the number of people in my life that I love. They make my dreams possible, they make my life possible, they are why I'm still here, still alive. To them I dedicate this book. To them I owe my life…

STORY TIME (LOVE): The outside was dark, and the distant east was doing it's best to grip at the black that had kept the world cool the entire night. The wind pushed my blue 2006 Honda Element, the a toaster on wheels, easily side to side while it broke through invisible cracks in the doors with low whistles.

As I drove down Copley road (in Medina, OH), the same road I drive five days a week, I began to tear up for no reason. No reason, I thought. It turns out a flood of thoughts overwhelmed me at once. Thoughts that came without asking, notice, or warning. They just appeared like the puffs of clouds in front of my mouth on a frigid winter's day in update NY (where I grew up). 

The first thought was of the image of my father, in his full dress army uniform. He was an Airborne Ranger, the elite, and I saw him riding shotgun next to me. He smiled and nodded, the soft sort of smile and nod that only a parent can do when they don't have the words to say what they feel, but they feel it anyway. 

The second thought was, "I wasn't supposed to be here, and yet I am." This story will come in a later blog post, but let's just say if it wasn't for a good friend, a speech pathologist from Burnt Hills, New York, a psychologist at SU (Syracuse University), and the countless of people who have supported and loved me, I wouldn't physically be writing this post, or made it past my 19th birthday. 

Now, with tears in my eyes (and Por Ti Volare playing on Pandora, reminding me of the Step Brother's movie, all to easily), I find that love is a powerful that can keep a person alive and happy. Just love. Simple really. 

With compassion and kindness (C&K), B.D. Scott