I was reading “How to Tell a Story” by the Moth Group. I’m on page xix of the introduction. It suddenly occurs to me that before I moved to Maryland and then joined the Military, everyone in my town and neighboring towns knew who I was. they didn’t know my name but they knew who I was or what I did. I first was everywhere, bars, businesses, coffeeshops, and just around. Once I turned 21 and could go to my friends’ performances, I started performing myself. I was out volunteer

Teenage me never thought I would live this far. I was under the impression that I would die early from something...mostly myself. My...