Being on the road makes me realize things I cannot at home. The words of great ones; my wife, my best friends, my mother and father: their advice and ethereal whispers gently whisk through my thoughts. We are connected regardless of the ground that divides us. When I’m alone, there is time to seriously contemplate the meaning of the seeds they have planted in me. The true purpose behind the pressures they’ve placed become obvious with the clarity of distance. I have time to digest, to appreciate, and to love. I see the truths they’ve spoken, and I give those certainties the courtesy they deserve. The road may be lonely, but when considering the definite fact that we’re all connected, it feels like they’ve been by my side all along.