Creatives get a bad rap. I've identified with the right side of my brain since the time I picked up a French horn when I was about 11 years old. It was love at the first buzz of the lips. My mom would claim my artistic claim to fame from my first Easter speech at St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church in Sunny South Dallas. I was 6-years-old when I so eloquently recited not just John 3:16, but also verse 17. "For God sent not His son into the world to condemn the world, but that