A couple of years ago, after retiring, I found myself in a state of limbo. I had spent all my life either in school or teaching children. I had a purpose and my life was full. Once I retired, I began to feel lost. I described it to be like the Israelites muddling around the desert for forty years. These people had no destination and neither did I. After a year of trying to rediscover who I was, I decided to start blogging. I was nervous and very insecure about the process. Did I have a voice? Would anyone want to read what I had to say? Fear swept in and I put off the process for a while. Then Carl came into my life and everything changed. He was my muse. All I had to do was look into his brown eyes and the story unfolded before me.