If you've ever felt stuck in life and wondered what to do about that-or whether you should even try-please continue reading. This book is about the importance of following a dream. I started writing it in October, 2000 on a bus heading south from Millinocket, Maine. That's where I came back into this world from an entirely different reality I had been dwelling in for a large chunk of time. Being in that other world changed my life. These words would not have been possible without the love and encouragement of many different ...
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If you've ever felt stuck in life and wondered what to do about that-or whether you should even try-please continue reading. This book is about the importance of following a dream. I started writing it in October, 2000 on a bus heading south from Millinocket, Maine. That's where I came back into this world from an entirely different reality I had been dwelling in for a large chunk of time. Being in that other world changed my life. These words would not have been possible without the love and encouragement of many different people. First, I'd like to thank every hiker who ever read one of my bizarre, rant-like musings in a trail shelter journal and told me it was good. That validation gave me the resolve to turn my collected thoughts into an initial manuscript that I nervously shared with a handful of people. Noel Johnson, a friend and retired corporate editor graciously read through my (then) meager four-hundred- and-thirty page manifesto and suggested many ways to improve the manuscript. My father, Robert J. Maroni, Sr., read the first eighty pages-having just retrieved it from the daily mail pile-while sitting at his kitchen table. My brother, Bob Maroni (Jr.)-one of the most avid readers I know-plowed through the manuscript in a few days. In the margin, he jotted comments like, "I laughed out loud." My mom, Margaret Maroni, who had been highly supportive of my plans to hike the Appalachian Trail, still maintains a thirty-two by forty-eight-inch poster map of the trail beside her bed. I took her editorial advice to heart as I made my revisions while remembering that this story is my own. If I have offended anybody through the telling of my story, allow me to apologize in advance.These perceptions are simply my own recollections from life as I experienced it. My father-in-law, Ken Chatto and my mother-in-law, Joanna Chatto, along with many other family members and friends have provided unwavering positive support for this book. Please know that your
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