My biography hello friends mother

Hello friends, my name is Chad Hagg and I would like to take a moment to introduce myself.

First and foremost, I would like to give thanks to God and my savior, Jesus Christ, who is the core of my existence. My beautiful wife Michelle, who has stuck by my side through thick and thin. Thankfully, God has given her the patience to put up with me. Our four amazing children; Cassondra, Mykaela, Mychael and Ezra who provide me the strength to take on this battle. My mom Arlene, my dad Glenn, family and friends who have made me the man I am today. Without my faith, and the support of family and friends I do not know who or where I would be today. I do not, nor will I ever claim to be anything except being imperfect in the eyes of my creator.

            I was born in a small town in north central Minnesota. I come from humble beginnings up there. In the early years my mom worked to provide for us, we didn’t have much but we managed. My mom met the man who would become my dad and he took me on and adopted me. My parents taught me the values of life, hard work, fairness, and love. My family wasn't overtly religious, but I was raised a Christian. I attended Pillager school from K-12, which is a small school in an even smaller town. Everyone knew everyone in Pillager, and it was this type of environment that helped cultivate the strong morals and convictions I hold to this day. I drifted in my younger years, but as I grew older, I yearned for "something" bigger. It was like, I wasn't just put here to “pay taxes and die”. I enlisted in the Minnesota National Guard in 1988 because I wanted to be a part of something bigger than myself. 

I followed in my dad’s footsteps and became a truck driver, even starting my own trucking company and wading into the world of small business ownership.

 I was in Gary, Indiana on the morning of September 11th, 2001. I was in line at a truck wash when t

Trying to write a short bio on myself for a committee I wanted to be on opened up a Pandora’s box of issues for me.  It got me to wondering how to define what I’ve done with the last twenty years of my life.  I was born in the early 60s and was blessed to grow up in a home where education was stressed. I went to a fine University and then followed that up with three years of law school.  At that time, the wisdom of the crowd was that a woman could have it all.  I balked at all the traditional women’s career choices such as teaching because “I was better than that.”  Yet, inside I had no doubt that someday I wanted to be a mom.  In fact, from the time I was very little playing dolls with my friends the one thing I was certain of was that I wanted to be a mom.  I guess you could say that being a mom was my passion.

I was blessed to marry young and luckily my husband was on board with the whole children concept.  I had my first son four years after starting work as a lawyer. I soon found that I could not have it all.  Others found a way but I could not and as my father said, “The law will have many masters, your children will have only one mother.” My husband, also a lawyer, worked crazy hours and was earning enough for me to stop working.  It would be a falsehood to say that I was devastated to leave work, but staying home was also an adjustment and never easy.  For a thinking person to watch an infant drool or to keep a toddler from drinking lye eighteen hours a day is probably just a hair worse than waterboarding. I do not look back on those early days with great joy.  Two more sons followed and the insanity of three children left little time to think about personal sacrifice or fulfillment.  I did a lot of volunteer work at the kids’ school, made fantastic friends, built community and made our house a home.  Along the way, I have become a decent cook, a passable hostess, an outstanding chauffeur and an unlicensed pediatrician who rarely