Well, we all know the world changed, probably for good, on September 11, 2001, And five years on, I can tell you myself I'm nowhere near the man I was then; I'm much better. I was a mechanic on this day in 2001, working at Stu Evans Lincoln/Mercury in Garden City, Michigan. I had busied myself for quite some time that morning replacing a power antenna in a Mercury Sable Wagon, because one of the porters had driven through the car wash with the radio on. I was wondering to myself, about halfway through the morning, why our normally long-haired rock n' roll service staff had suddenly switched over to talk radio. I couldn't hear anything, and by the time I finally got home, (they let us off for the rest of the day,) and found out the extent of what had happened, I was stunned at the impact. Not overly emotional, I suppose, but you can see the impact it had if I can remember this five years later. I can't remember a lot of the lessons I've taught along the way while I've been here. I'm sure my kids probably will, although none the less, I still wonder who's going to retain what in five years, or twenty years, or fifty years. I'm still not fearless. The moments still remain when I don't know what, and what not to fear. Which I suppose is rationale for taking life at a pace, and in pieces, I can handle. I light of this trip, are the pieces going to be larger because I feel like I can do more? I KNOW now I can do more, and that I'm better. But I'm called upon to think as much as I ever have been. It also hit me that more than a little of what I teach my kids about phonics and word usage I learned not in school, but from being a dad. I still hope my daughters learn as much from this trip as I have. Life is never-ending.