About

I have an amazing 7 year old son, Braydon James Duncan and he means the world to me. Life can be challenging, but it's having the power to move past the barriers put in your way that defines who you are. Failure is not an option. Learn from mistakes and grow from them. I try to live life to the fullest.. i respect those who respect me and im willing to do anything for the people i care about... im learning something new about life everyday... life is what you make of it.. i believe i can accomplish anything if i set my mind to it..

Education

• HACC, Central Pennsylvania's Community College
• East Pennsboro Area Senior High School

Favorite saying

• "Pleasure turns to the pain, / Of the lessons learned from the strain, / Of the questions burned in my brain, / About whether to love is humane / In its touch. / These thoughts are like salmon / Swimming upstream / In the tears of your deceit, / Fighting the current hurt / That kills more than is created / By the chaos of our intertwined emotions: / Chaotic because the anchor / Of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel / Of my undying infatuation. / Separation not as simple as the distance between us, / My mind no longer possessed / By the demons / That had been the overseers / Of my enslavement to your lies. / The seeds of these lies, / Rooted so deeply / They have cracked the foundation / Of what we once shared, / Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside / To gush out like a river, / Ripping the image of our future together / From my thoughts / As violently and as brutally / As if it were a child being taken / From his mother's arms. / I'm left surrounded in darkness, / But I refuse to be swallowed by it, / My loneliness like the night air. / Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch, / In its cold uncomfortableness. / Yet if I could do it all over again, / I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. / To lay down and let love die, / Just stay down and let love lie: / No, no, not I. / I'll stay 'round and let love fly, / Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. / Nothing else could taste this warm / Or feel this sweet.- Uncle George atl"