my Bio

The words of Robert Frost have always occupied a spot in the back of my mind. For some reason, my brain chose to store the memory of those five minutes in high school when I first read "The Road Not Taken." I didn't realize then, that those words would foreshadow my life. When I was nearing graduation from college, I faced a choice of two roads: writing or engineering. I chose the path my classmates and I had been prepared for and went down the engineering path; a path well traveled. Later in my life, I had the opportunity to make another choice. That time I chose writing, and it has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963).

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.<

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.