By fall, I was ready to try again.
A little bruised. A little humbled.
And, hopefully, a little smarter.
I believe we write our own stories.
And each time we think we know the end,
We don’t.

Perhaps luck exists somewhere between.
The world of planning, the world of chance
and in the peace that comes from knowing
that you just cant know it all.

You know life’s funny that way
Once you let go, you might end up
right where you belong.
I think this is just about
the greatest day of my life.
Thank you. Thank you so much.