If we are fortunate enough to live to a certain age it is natural to take some time to reflect on your life, what worked, what didn't, how you handled yourself and what choices were made to cause you to end up where you are today. Regardless of how busy you are, it seems to be something that assumes some importance to you. This is an attempt by the author to chronicle this effort for himself in looking at his own life. By his own account, his life is one of an ordinary and flawed human being that has been blessed with many highs and few lows, one free of great misfortune and one rich in more ways than not. The net result of his journey is that he is convinced that he is the luckiest man alive.