In a moment of panic during the terrible storms last week I began to wonder, in classic mid-life crisis fashion, if I died today, would I be proud of my life?

The answer is I don't really know. There are things I've done of which I can be proud – my job, my friends, my family. I'm generally one of those "I have no regrets" kind of people. Even our mistakes are learning experiences. The embarrassing moments and painful realizations make us stronger.

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