On a journey from my first breathe, helped along by those who say they care. Taught what they think I need to know, then sent forth to fend for myself. I have made mistakes along the way, many paths have I taken. Some have been short and others I still walk, yet all end in the same fate. Along the journey, I have had triumphs and I have made sacrifices. I have seen joy and sorrow. Some of these have been mine and some belong to others. Now as I draw near the end of a chapter in the book of my life, I look back and strive to hold no regrets. I can only hope that the places I left are better off than when I found them and that the people I have known may have been helped more than harmed. At the end of one journey, I look to the next in hopes of finding my way yet again.