His name is David, he’s the one who taught me patience.
Their names are Lisa and Lonnie and they are my number one fans.
Their names are Derek, Tony, Josh, Tim, and Kyle, they were my brothers growing up.
Her name is Allison, with two L’s, who taught me how to dance like Brittany Spears.
Her name is Stephanie, she taught me how to climb onto the chimney.
Her name is Samantha, the one who taught me how to stand up for myself.
Her name was Mrs. Debbie Bates and she taught me how to read, I have not put a book down since.
His name was Alan, he always picked me first for kickball at reccess.
His name was Levi, he taught me how to throw a football.
Her name was Ashley, and she was my first ever best friend.
His name was Charles, the first boy to ever call me past 8pm.
Her name was Natalie, who before she became a pothead, was one of the first beautiful girls I had ever seen in person and not a magazine.
Her name was Linda, and she introduced me to the piano.
Their names I do not remember, but I remember the company. The name was Child Services, and they tried to take my brother away.
Her name was Victoria, she was the first friend who experienced divorce.
His name was Brandon, he challenged me everyday of English class to be better.
Their names were Jenny, Lori, and Barb and they were my first small group leaders.
Her name was Mrs. McGraw and she taught me how to hold my flute up high.
His name was Mr. Snider and taught me how to run a mile and not be out of breath.
Her name was Heidi and she was the first person to ever talk to me at church.
His name was Nando and he was the first person I ever truly despised.
Her name was Rachel and she was my angel.
His name was Brad and he challenged me to follow God’s word at face value.
His nickname was “Duke” and my friend gave her everything and he changed his mind.
His name is Paul, and he was the one to teach me my third love = alto sax and jazz.
Her name was Jana and she was my first boss.
Her name was Mrs. G back then, and she taught me the love of writing.
His name was Eric, and he was the first boy I had a crush on.
His name was Matthew, and showed me how to kiss with perfection and how to truly live like no tomorrow.
Her name was Brittany and she taught me everything I didn’t need to know about sex.
Her name was Staci, and she has the biggest boobs I had ever seen.
His name was Mr. Lafountain and he taught me the best game in the world, tennis.
Her name was Tori, and she was the first person to offer me a cig in the girl’s bathroom.
Their names were Yen-Tzu, Silvia, Yo-yo, Chiang, and Heisn-Yi that walked me into Victoria Secret for the first time in my life and they were from Taiwan.
His name was Roman, from Poland, who questioned why I don’t drink.
Her name was Sierra, and she was the first friend of mine to get pregnant.
Her name was Silvia from Slovokia and she became my twin.
Her last name was Thompson, and she was the first friend to get married.
His name was Francisco and he gave me a red rose and one of the most beautifulest love letters I have ever read outside of Hollywood.
His name is God and he led all of these people into my life and a whole lot more. He is the beginning and the end and is the one thing that has never changed. It’s a big comfort going back and seeing all of these names of how many people have help shaped and molded me throughout the years and even how he has changed me as well.
….I wonder when people think of my name what do I stand for in their lives?
