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November 11, 2007
Last night, driving east along route 94, I was filled with the anxious hope of one who has experienced a life changing event. Like people who have faced flood, cancer, winning the lottery, attending a loved one’s death. Like the flip of a lens in the opthalmologist’s chair: “Which is better, one… or two?” we expect our lives to change. “I’ll do more good, be more compassionate, smell the roses, try harder.”

But we keep going, rhythmic white line, green mile signs, breath in, breath out.

We’re lucky if one shift in our perception makes a change in our lives.