Sometimes Enough is Enough, or Diving Deep and Coming Up with Resilience

For approximately 36 years, I've been known to all as a weenie of the highest order. And, mind you, I'm only 37.

I don't exactly come by it honestly. As the third generation to grow up "enjoying" my family's very remote private campground in Michigan, while everyone else was hiking, hunting, or roasting marshmallows around a fire straight out of a 1950s …