ello, my name is Don Harshman, and here is a little bit about myself:

      I'm an engineer by bent, by philosophy and by profession. Briefly, I've designed homes and commercial buildings during my stint as an architectural designer. I've built offices and furniture and run miles of electrical wire and run plumbing by the truck load during my construction career. I've been a fire fighter and a logger. I've pumped gas, been a short order cook, a dessert chef, and a ski bum in South Lake Tahoe. I've been a quality control engineer at a steel mill in the Mid-Western United States, and a software systems engineer and computer consultant for Fortune 100 companies for years and years and years. (And in my spare time I like to write technical books and novels.)

      It surprises me sometimes when I look back at how many professions I've held (and don't get the idea I'm some old foggy whose on his last legs, because I'm not). But the one profession that is head and shoulders above all the others is my profession as a long time Scientologist.

      It would not be unfair to state that had I not become one, I wouldn't have, and in some cases couldn't have taken as large a bite out of Life as I have.

      There is nothing mysterious about it. It is simply because Scientology is, in my opinion, a set of tools that I can and do use in my life to make my life go better; just as the right set of tools help me to rebuild an engine in days instead of weeks or months. Make sense? If you don't have the right tools for the job, the job is going to be infinitely more difficult.

      And, frankly, Life was infinitely more difficult for me before I discovered the tools of Scientology for myself. I knew I had the capability to do things the right way, to accomplish goals that I could be proud of, but I didn't always know HOW to go about doing what I wanted to do. I didn't have the right set of tools to hand.

      It's hard to imagine these days what my life would have been like without Scientology. I might still be cooking greasy hamburgers at the fast food stand just outside the town where I went to college. Now, THAT, is a scary thought!

      Fortunately, for me, I was able to recognize the right set of tools when they came along.