November 14, 1969 - Part 2

I considered a long time ago that my life was like a string of beads, irregularly spaced and irregularly shaped - yet each one beautiful in its own right - each bead being a moment in time, a feeling, a thought, an experience - some lasting no more than a second, some extending into minutes or even hours - each a stepping stone - seemingly insignificant but in truth more significant than jobs, homes, even than friends.