Article May 12, 2003 Issue

Getting back on track

By Tad Weber Sentinel staff

A few years ago I graduated from college. At the time I had no real plan except to go home to Colorado, skibum a little, and then move to northern California. I wanted to search for a good art school with a good MFA program, as soon as I found it feasible.

As most college grads can testify to, graduation time is pretty scary. Not the actual graduation, but the questions that loom beyond such as, "What and how am I going to attain my dreams when I need a job, a home, and money to pay back my loans?" At least that is what I asked when I realized there were no longer going to be any school rules, resident assistants, academic advisors, or professors to guide my trembling knees.

Six months after graduating and spending a nice powdery winter in Colorado, I packed up my car and headed to California without a job or a place to live. But I had grand expectations and the understanding that—no matter what—God was guiding and protecting each footstep I took.

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