Today, just as I was coming over the Eastern crest of 84 as it banks into downtown Portland, my odometer rolled over to 70,000 miles. There was a great song playing and the sun was setting just behind the Portland hills. Totally thankful for where I am kind of moment. Sometimes, the blind choices we make take us down paths that braver men dare not travel.
This is a good thing, because once you process the moment, it's gone. Once you over analyze the situation, you've already thought to much about it. Once you look at it, its quantum state has been forever changed. Not in one million combinations will those exact odds ever rear their ugly head again.