My Journey

Dead man walking?

Photo by Orin Optiglot

Have you ever looked back at your life to see what you have experienced? To see what you have accomplished?

I took that look. In a similar vein to the poem “Footprints in the sand,” I honestly expected to see my tracks, my footprints, wildly exploring the sandy beach of life. I expected to see my tracks leading to accomplishments, fond memories, and a sense of satisfaction. (more…)