If it weren't for that one night when I was 15...one 15 minute period really...my life would look totally different. I suppose we could all see that on the way to that moment and since there is a dizzying array of events that could have changed everything too...but they didn't and this did. There are little bends in life, different footfalls on the same path, but then there are other paths, paths almost completely untraveled covered my moss and lichen. These paths change everything. I often feel isolated because of my path, but I wouldn't be who I am without it. I think what it comes down to for me is that the best moments of my life, when I find myself most complete, most known both by someone else and in understanding myself is when I find myself in the presence of the maker of that path...when I again sit in the moments where everything changed. Even still today 14 years later, when I meet him again all else faded to insignificance and the greatest moment