Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

I had a dream about you. We were racing to be the slowest person on earth. You were winning which meant you were losing. You were gloating because you were a winner and I was taunting because you were a loser.

Ive wanted to win at everything every day since I was a kid. And time doesnt change a person it just helps you get a handle on who you are. Even at age 41 I still hate losing--Im just more gracious about it. Im also aware that setbacks have an upside they fuel new dreams.