I am from the roots of helping others, a small town named Hartland.

I am from the plain house with a large yard neighboring the corn field.

I am from the roots of a willow tree, the fruits of love and virtue.

I am from the Kohr’s family and the Scheurell’s faith.

I am from the backbone of hardwork and the determination of my father.

From the golden rule to the meaning of life.

I am from the epitome of kindness and the uplifting words of my mother.

I’m from Wisconsin, hot cocco and popsicles too. From the humble beginnings of Ann and Brian.

I am from somewhere you can find on a map, but the people and places who make up this dot on a map, are forever apart of me.