“That wasn’t flying…that was falling with style!” – Woody, Toy Story I’ve never really flown. Flown? Me? With the feeling of air beneath me, lifting me, causing me to soar…really soar! Mastering, achieving, realizing...realizing my potential, triggering those habitually dormant flecks of would-be capability…Capability underemployed, and determination deserted....stopping short of ever being accomplished. “But, what about….” And “haven’t you forgotten the…” No, that would be the graceful happenings in the life of someone who’s never really aimed. To date, there has been no true attempt to do things I may not be able to succeed in, I have only stumbled and fallen into…everything. And oh! how beautifully I have managed to do that! Falling that is…falling with style.