Name is David.
There was a time, where if you met me in person, I would have shook your hand and introduced myself as Ryan. That’s my middle name.
That’s not the name I go by. It was just easier for me to pronounce words that began with “R” than the ones that started with “D.” If it started with a “d,” I couldn’t even say the word.
That’s because I was one of 3 million chronic stammerers in the world who lived in a verbal strait jacket, unable to even say my own name when introducing myself to someone.
Throughout the first 30 plus years of my life, countless people had seen my social anxiety disorder rear its ugly head and mistook 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 the lead minister of a church in Pennsylvania. 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 area of expertise I’ve ever known is screwing up.
Seriously. I’m like really good at it.
At one point in my life, I was God’s worst enemy.
Until a guy named Yeshua 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 and all of those who make Him their King, 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.
Life is beautiful.
I hope you enjoy my writings.