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I had so many plans when I was just a boy…

plans that would bring me fame and wealth…happiness and joy…

I planned to be a pilot…I planned that I would fly…

up among the birds and stars…as I soared across the sky.

I planned to be a movie star…I planned to live in Hollywood.

I planned to travel around the world…making all the movies that I could.

I planned to be a football star…quarterback was my goal.

I planned to lead my team right down the field…and to the Super Bowl.

I planned to be a rock star…my music would be the rage…

people would smile and wave and call my name…as I played upon the stage.

I planned to be a doctor…and I planned never to be vain

as I cured people of their sicknesses…and eased them of their pains.

But a teacher(?), husband(?), Dad(?), and PopPop(?)…these I never planned to be…

It seems, to me, that Destiny…had other plans for me.

Yet not a day goes by that I don’t smile…softly clasp my hands…

and thank my lucky stars…to have this life I never planned.