Back in the 1950's and 60's it was a common practice for the attending physician to hold a newborn baby by it's feet, upside down, and slap it on its fanny to clear it's throat. When I was born the doctor stared at me, looked up at my parents, and slapped them instead. Since that day I have been able to handle most challenges in life with joy and enthusiasm. I’m not a saint, guru, master, or redeemer. I am soul, dream’s eternal lover and love’s eternal dreamer.