We all start out in the world, naked. A clean slate in which life dabs a pen and begins to write. It’s a unique experience being a part of life’s story. We all are in one big book that keeps going on and on. It doesn’t stop when I die, it gets carried on in a sequel with my children and their children, and the generations who come down the road. What makes our journey interesting is how we develop our character in the story. Are we the villain or the hero? Or do we just stand at the sideline and watch the story proceed without really making any worthwhile contribution? Should I re-read my story written by life, I hope I see some great chapters, some that make you cry and some that make you laugh. And some most special ones that just can’t be repeated in anybody else story.