Name is David.
If you met me in person, I would probably shake your hand and introduce myself as Ryan, which is my middle name.
That’s not the name I go by. It’s just easier for me to pronounce words that begin with “R” than the ones that start with “D.”
That’s because I’m one of 3 million chronic stammerers in the world living in a verbal strait jacket and I have never been able to say my name when meeting someone.
That’s why I often say my name is Ryan. Or whip out my license and point to the name. Saves time. Plus it spares you the awkward experience of having to stand there while my mouth silently convulses and I twitch in upwards to two consecutive minutes as I unsuccessfully try to say my name.
Quite a few people have seen my social anxiety disorder rear its ugly head and have mistaken me for a head trauma victim, a “slow person” or a mentally handicapped case.
What do I do, you ask?
I’m a professional communicator and public speaker.
I’m a writer. The husband to a creative ninja. A connoisseur of jazz records from the 1930’s-1960’s. A dog dad. And a minister. Once upon a time, I was even an educator who taught other people how to speak English.
This is the place where I guess I’m supposed to try to wow you with how great I am and go on and on about the school I went to and tell you about the degree I received and brag about all the great things I’ve done and all that crap.
But to tell you the truth, there’s nothing great about me whatsoever.
In fact, the only areas of expertise I’ve ever known are screwing up and sinning against God.
Seriously. I’m like really good at it.
At one point in my life, I was God’s worst enemy.
Until a guy named Jesus from a place called Nazareth changed all of that; taking full responsibility for all of the terrible and perverted and disgusting things that I’ve done and joyously embraced the penalty of capital punishment as an innocent man – so I could be exonerated and spend the rest of my days a free man.
No…there’s nothing great about me whatsoever.
But He is the greatest thing in the world.
He is the source of anything beautiful and pure and good you may one day witness from me, as I continue growing up spiritually and learning what it means to live for Him.
Oh, and that stuttering thing I spent 30 years of my life hating and wishing to go away? That journey brought me all the way to a Vegas hypnotist who just happened to know how to take care of that.
As of June 2017, I am now speaking as regularly as everyone else.
I hope you enjoy my writings.