I hear the Peach Festival has come and gone once more. I may be a little late talking about it, but I’d still like to reminisce about my connections to it. I have so many memories all the way to the first one.
Over the years, my daughter, Becky, my daughter-in-law, Mary Hilan, my niece, Debbie, and my great granddaughter, Amanda, have all been contestants — Becky and Mary Hilan more than once.
One of the perks of working in this industry is the amazing people that you have the opportunity to meet.
My question to readers is simple: Have you had the opportunity to meet someone who is so utterly passionate about what they are trying to accomplish or already have accomplished that they are able to convince you in less than five minutes that what they are doing is worthwhile?
Some may feel it more than others, and some may go a whole lifetime unable to feel its sensation.
It can only be described as one that sucks the life out of you, yet gives you more life than you’ve ever dreamed.
Your birth, your first ball game, your first time exploration, your first love, your first heartbreak, holding on to your high school diploma and receiving your college degree are where many may have had this feeling.
It’s a burning passion deeply ingrained in our bodies.