The sky on Oct 1, 2020 as I walked back to my wife’s room at the hospital, preparing for the birth of our daughter. It simply felt like a day, all the dots were connecting. As I like to share in my poetry I write “dot by dot I was led by your line, is it coincidence, or is there a parallel in all my incidents.” On this day, I knew it wasn’t coincidence, but that “it was written.”

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