Christine Bothel:  

t of line from the ones I had drawn. Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that, but I'm keeping on. Would our paths cross if every great loss had turned out our gain. Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us was paid in vain. There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow lighting my way, but I will be true to the red, black and blue that colored these days. I owe my soul to each fork in the road, each misleading sign, cause even in solitude no bitter attitude can dissolve my sweetest find. Thanksgiving to every wrong move that made it right! Faith's not found on a mountain...It's found where things grow. ~Jon Abel If life gives you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over!".