In the vastness of this land
I walked alone
Broken
Battered
Bruised
Stumbling over obstacles as I searched for meaning in the dust
Your heart’s fire was a beacon
Your soul’s light was a signal
Calling to my starving spirit
Beckoning me home
Your warmth a comfort
Your touch nourishment
Your words the water to satisfy my thirst
I found what I was searching for in the dry, unforgiving dust
With you, I am alive
With you, I flourish
Rainbows And Road Rage 
I have saying on my desk that says…If you knew you could not fail…What would you do?
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I think the better question for me would be, what wouldn’t I do? So very many things…I’d go back and get my master’s degree, publish a book, play the lottery ;-). The possibilities are limitless without failure.
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