I’m guessing my autobiography would start something like this:
I stand at the crossroads of two different lives. In one direction is my original chosen path of journalism. It extends toward newsrooms and pressrooms, and I can hear the sounds of clattering keys and the smell of fresh newsprint. In the other direction is a church with the sounds of worship music and the sight of teens and children playing. The story of my life is found in both directions – the roar of the press and of excited children and the quiet of times spent in prayer and in concentration at a computer. They’re all woven together by a thread of faith and a lifelong love of words.
I’m still waiting to see how it ends up.