I am not in my office much any more, so when I came in this morning things looked different. Over my desk is framed picture my wife had made for me with the Robert Frost poem "The Road Less Taken" over the photo. I had not read it in while. It still reminds me of when I was young and one of my best friends dads, Dr. George Bowles told me "when you realize it is not a race, it is a journey you will be alright". When I realized life was indeed a journey I kept a copy of this poem in my wallet. Great Stuff.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.