Everyone in my family is passionate. I am passionate about welding. My brother is passionate about writing. He takes to pen and paper like a bird takes to wing. My mom is passionate about nature. She is a blade of grass in an endless field. She is the warm ray of sunshine beaming down on us, and is always followed by the sweet and fragrant flowers of spring. My dad is passionate about his family. He is like the proud lion, guarding his pride. Our passions burn together as a bright flame.

No matter how different our passions are, having something unique that we each love brings us closer, and without them we are rough and rigid. My dad supports both me and my brothers’ passions. My brother and I support out mothers passions. Our passions hum together in their own perfect harmony.