I was saddened last night to receive word from my brother that he had lost his mentor, a really cool guy named Mike who had taken Ray under his wing. I've had the chance to meet with his family over the years, and I've been spending a lot of time with them because of the troubles with my car. Now I see how shortsighted that was: I would never step foot in a car again if it would bring Mike back.

Life is finite. What are you doing with it?