When I sit on the porch with my grand child at my feet I’ll tell her or him about my adventures around the world, the places I have been to and the people I have met. I’ll tell her/him, maybe even them, about my heart breaks, my sorrows, failures and mistakes. Mistakes that hopefully taught me something, made me grow and evolve. Some I actually might regret. I’ll tell them about love, loss and loneliness. About connections that were not made to last. But hopefully I’ll mainly talk to them about the road less travelled.