For the first time in a very long time, I am daydreaming at work and using my imagination to think about what post I can make and it keeps coming to this question in my mind....

What am I really good at, what makes me who I am?

Death has become very real these last few years and avoiding the truth didn't help, facing its reality sucked, and all I remember is how do I learn to breath again without oxygen? Your post brought some peace, tears and hope. For that I am grateful for you, this community, and life. We only have today and if tomorrow I pass know that you put a smile on a life that has shed many tears.