My name. Your name. And everyone's name. They all have a story behind them, whether you think about it or not. Whenever you sign something like a form or a homework assignment. There amongst all the trivial things is a story. My name is like a book to me. My last name is a story in self. The beginning would be in a small town named Giessen in Holland. My name ever reminds me from where my blood stems. I guess it reminds me to stay true to myself and my ways. My first name is my story, my life. There are many VanGeisons, but I cannot pretend to have met them all. I am the only living Sam VanGeison at moment, and quite frankly I love who I am. I love the fact that I know a telemarketer is talking to me when they hopelessly try to pronounce my name correctly. I love the fact that when my name is said amongst friends, the words 'crazy bastard' follow shortly after. I love the fact that I have different nicknames from different people. The one I like the most, SuperSam, because I am a superhero.(Yeah, right). So next time you're writing your name, pause for a split second, and think about it. There is your story. In ink, lead, print, or cursive, there it lays, your life story, past, present, and future.

I have come to recent realization that I don't believe in good or bad luck, just luck. No explanation, just a statement.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I bid you a good night, and if I don't see ya, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening.