Life is not about the destination, but rather the journey in which you traveled. The definite finality of my life is not yet realized; but yet if today was the day I drew my last breath, would I be someone worth remembering? Have I done enough in my life to leave a lasting impression on the people who are/were in my life? As I reflect on the journey that is now 25 years long and running, I realize that there is no possible conclusions to reach. There are only loose ends. I have not done enough.