I reflect on the week and realized that it could have ended much differently. Three trucks were knocked over by high winds. The winds gust was clocked at over 120mph. One of the trucks was hanging off of the very mountain that whispered my name 18 months ago. It is only startling because it happened to people who were only 5 minutes behind me. This should scare me but it doesn..t. So many question their life wondering where they are going and yet they miss the fact that they are going whether they like it or not.