five

five years. ten twenty-four oh-six eleven. looking back is like witnessing time suspended. there i am way down there at the end of the tunnel. here i am on my two feet.

i love the life i have. i have loved my life immensely in the five years in question. a friend told me, as he hugged me, it has been a hell of a lot of work. indeed. you have no idea. yet, i have loved the work and what has come with it. so many beautiful moments. impossible to count them all, like the sand on a beach, like the stones on the north shore, like the flakes of a wasatch snow storm.

i have been and forever will be a team player. i never excelled at individual endeavors. even now, my most meaningful rides on my bike are along side my friends. it is amazing to be able to say i have never been alone on this crazy trip. just when i think there is no one else who can help, no one else who can comfort me, another appears.

i am rich in love and life, and i know this is precious - not everyone can say so and mean it.

i believe there is more out there for me to feel, see, and do. five years has been a gift. thanks for being there.