I am not a writer, nor do I want to be. What I am, is on a journey, just like you. So what you read isn't as much about the images that hit the back of your retina, as it is about what you will feel in your heart. Life's often a journey with a road map optional. Mine's been one with a broken GPS along with potholes of disappointment, roadblocks of frustration, wrecks of bumps and bruises, and yet there were detours that made loving memories. It's about understanding why you are because of the blood coursing your veins. Some of the stops on the journey seems bizarre or unheard of by most. That's the beginning of the odyssey and it's run amok with gators in the bayou and snoballs in the desert. My fight to claim a dead man, who had been a member of the famous 10th Mountain Division, and be his rightful daughter was more than stop at a C-store, but my love for the man who was never allowed to see me or me allowed to love is as much a part of me as the air I breathe. Why wouldn't it be? I've the 10th Mountain in me. As much as we are different, we are the same. I hope by sharing my journey you'll laugh with me, cry with me, and most importantly, reflect on your life and the infinite gift that it is.