Identity Crisis

If I wasn’t having an identity crisis before the Race then I absolutely did once it started. A year ago today, if someone asked me who I was, I probably wouldn’t have been able to give a very good answer—if any answer at all. This past year, I went on a trip called the World Race. We traveled to different countries every month, doing different things in each place. The longer I traveled with my teammates, the more I received an identity of the person I was shaping up to be. I quickly became known as a brother, father,...

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