Student of the Word

Who am I? Have you ever asked that question as you're staring intently at yourself in front of the bathroom mirror or as you lay in your bed starring up at the Justin Bieber poster on your ceiling? How do you answer it? What's the first thing that you're quick to identify with? Lately I've been learning a lot about identity. What defines who I am? In college, you meet a lot of people and consequently you must be prepared to answer...the big 3! 1. What's your name? Marc. duh.  2. Where are you from? I usually say Orlando. I'm really from Mt. Dora but no one's ever heard of that place. 3. What are you studying? Accounting!!! so exciting right?! ...yes. Yes it is. As long as you know the answers to those three questions, you can get by in any collegiate social gathering. But beneath every person there is a life and a soul. A past full of joyful memories, hardships, or a combination of the two. A present full of personality,...

Hola amigos! Mi nombre es Marc Mansfield, and don't worry, that's all the spanish I'll dish out for now. Welcome to my blog! If you don't know me already, here's a brief summary of my life. (If you don't want to read it all, you can skip to the last paragraph.): I was born in Birmingham, Alabama, a hardcore redneck baby. When I was about a year old, I began to develop a thick country accent. My parents became quite concerned and decided that it'd be best to move us somewhere far away from that place where the skies are so blue. We moved to Marietta, Georgia to a big white house where my brother Michael was born. I was about four years old at the time. From what I'm told, I used to get sick all the time and had bad asthma for the first few years of my life. My mom had to give me breathing treatments with this freaky machine that made weird noises. When I was five years old, my dad sold the business he owned, and we decided to move down to Sanford, F...