I was shocked and awed when a friend, who knows me better than most, called me a rebel. It hurt at first, pretty bad. I had not noticed these tendencies; they probably never really needed anyone to identify them, my rebellious tendencies kind of speak for themselves. But because, I believe that it was never a conscious choice and that I believe that I was always standing up for the truth, I’ve now been able to laugh about the rebel in me. Now I’m also kinda scared as I now perceive where it might take me. I would hope that when it’s all said and done that I had become a revolutionary and not a rebel. Maybe I will be considered both by differing opinions. Regardless, it seems that I am destined to color outside the lines, let’s just hope it doesn’t get me killed.