All of us are on a journey, the journey through life.

Where we journey depends on the strength of our keel

and the winds in our sails.

What ports we visit are not always of our choosing,

each of us will decide what to do when we arrive.

One day we will set sail never to return

only leaving our legacy in our wake.



This blog is dedicated to people who inspire others

to envision a better life.

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