In the dawn of 2017, now in my late thirties, I have come to realize something which I might have known already: I am a failed singer. I have never had the opportunity to sing on national television (only local). I have never held a recording contract, or sung on the Grand 'ol Opry, or the famed Ryman auditorium. All of which I dreampt about since I was a teenager. And yet, I still refuse to give up. I keep plugging along. I will write, sing, and sing again until I draw my last breath on earth and return to Jesus. As conceited as it may sound, there are people of lesser talent than I who have accomplished much in life. I know that I will not give up, and never never will I quit. I don't know where this road will end, where it shall take me, or how I'll even manage. But years ago I decided I wanted to be a professional singer and perform in front of audiences far and near. Every time I get up and sing, I am living that dream. I sing in church, I sing in front of a small g...