Dog fish,
I am not sure if this is what you meant, but I am looking at your post a little different then everyone else.
1. When I was young I picked a lot of strawberries for money. I remember one day talking to an older cambodian in the next row that started telling me in broken english, how just 7 days earlier he was pushing a plow in a rice patty somewhere in Cambodia and now was in America. It was obvious how happy he was to be here, but even at 12 or so, I really felt he was lying. The story made no sense, how did he reallly get here and how did he learn english so fast. The more I talked to people, the more I have realized that a lot of them really lived amazing lives. My gardner was a mobster (no lie). My father thought he had the greatest girlfreind until he learned 45 years later that she was a CIA operative. My freinds father, a meek nurse, who in another life was a doctor and barely escaped out of Cambodia with his family, sliding through mine fields and swimming through alligator infested waters with his children on his back to get his family out. Another quiet, meek freind of mine went bezerk one night and killed his wife, pratically decapitating her. Experience has taught me that you can never judge a book by its cover, but unfortunately we all seem to.

2. Had a chance to be a hero once. To me there is nothing more scarier then knowing it up to you to save someone's life. Found out that I can get the job done, but also found out that I was not cut out to be a fireman, cop or doctor.

On the to do list... Write a book. Spend a year traveling Europe on foot and train. Invent something. Pull a stunt that fools the nation.