My best memory was the worst memory, It began when I was hearing that my Mom might have leukaemia. This hit me really hard. As a family, we’ve been very lucky to not have any major health scares... Just imagine everything being great/business as usual and then BAM. It was the emotional equivalent of getting hit by a dump truck. The time between hearing it could be leukaemia to finally getting the results back was like being stuck in a time warp where everything simultaneously slowed down and sped up as I strove to spend as much time with my Mom as possible. Consequently, the best memory I have is when we found out she definitely didn’t have leukaemia. I’ve never felt so physically winded and emotionally relieved in my life. All the tension and uncertainty instantly melted and all I could do was sit down and smile and breathe sighs of relief.

A distant second for best memory would be a time during college when my friend Phil and I narrowly dodged certain death by speeding car into local boulder thanks to my downshifting and braking abilities on a really fun and really windy road. For my own safety…we probably won’t be going back there again. It would be like playing with fire. Really….really FUN fire.