In one way or another everything finds a way back to its' beginning. As this Spring rain has found its' beginning and leaves a mark on the shore... I hope I may also leave my mark... knowing it is for only the briefest of time.

As I reach retirement I wonder how many "marks" I have made. By chance, I bumped into a few of my students of years ago durring the past 6 months. They came up to me and re-introduced themselves to me. (After all who would recoginize years of added age to a youths face.) They gave me their children to hold and kiss. They told me how I had influnced their life. They told me their future. They thanked me. I guess I have done what I set out to do... Change the future one mark at a time.