As I look at life, my life, another birthday passed by, I realize life will never be on a totally even keel.  Life is in a sense what Shakespeare says a strut, an hour on stage, then we move to another plane of existence, hopefully remembered, cherished long after, and it is like the ocean, tides ebb and flow, high and low.  There will be day, night, summer, winter, different seasons to move through.  It:s not the storm that defines your day, week, month, year, but how you acted durning the storm, how you reacted, and how you treated others, even your relationship with God during the storm. I hope that whatever the storms I have had, have I will be remembered, cherished and thought of with some measure of fondness, know that I made some kind of a difference in the life of others.