Dave was on a contract on an isolated island in the Bahamas for Christmas 2001. Here is his e-mail to the family. It paints a picture of Dave and what he wanted from life—growth:
Merry Christmas! Well here we are again separated during the holidays. Yeah, I know it’s due to my actions, but I know you all understand. That’s what I love about you all…your ability to respect my decisions…even though I do tend to make some bad ones. I must admit that I don’t regret the one I made coming out here. Although I complain about the situation out here, I feel it was a necessary move to remind me about what’s important. To set a low standard of life so that my next might be more appreciated. I’m just glad that I have the opportunity to sort these things out while sitting on a beautiful desolate beach.
I miss you all very much and wish I could be there to celebrate with you. I hope you can find some enjoyment with the gifts I got you all…you understand my options were limited on this rock. I’m also sorry that I haven’t written you all personal Christmas messages. I tried and failed to put down anything worthy on paper.
I did, however, focus on writing a poem for you all. It doesn’t scream Christmas…but it says something. It’s called “Crossroads”.
“Crossroads”
The neurotic grasp of comfort once again fleeting and the question remains.
Empowered to clear the haze and embark on a path resembling virtue
To sever an old tie with western expectations and focus on the broadening experience.
The sunset unknown will never reveal its roots—we can only surrender to its beauty and stand enchanted by its grandeur.
So with the distinct birthmark of my beloved teachers, I shall continue the ascent, striving for perspective, and travelling the path of infinite possibilities.
A journey without destination; only perpetual growth.
Hope you liked it. Merry Christmas…love you all.
Take care, DavePS You better damn well enjoy dinner tonight. I can taste it now…mmmmm. Gee, I just don’t see the chow hall cookin up Chicken Scampi.