I have always said that our lives are libraries and the events we live through fill the books of that library. From jobs to loves to ups and downs, all that we live through will fill the library of our lives. Unlike most people, I have been keeping a written record of the last six years of my life in the form of this column - 555 written records to be exact. Recently, I went back and read each and every one of them from beginning to end - and in doing so - I relived my life.

Reading the life I lead for the past six years was quite an eye opener for me. I was a completely different person then I am now when I began this column. My priorities, my views, and almost everything else about me was different then it is now. How strange it was to read thoughts I wrote about jobs that were "the best job I have ever had" at the time I worked there, knowing now that I would eventually leave that job and move on to bigger and better things. How odd it was to read columns about homes I lived in and read my own words saying that I swore to "never move again", knowing now that I have not lived there for years. And how weird it was to read columns about women that were to me at that time "the one" - knowing now that I would end up with Mary.

In reading my columns, the one thing that pleased me the most was that while many things have changed in my life - my desire to always help others, my belief that you can be anything you want to be as long as you believe in yourself - and my overall love for life has remained the same. I was also pleased that as the column progressed, so did my life - constantly improving and getting better with each passing page - and always giving me something to document.

The one thing that did not make me very happy was noticing that there were many gaps in my "library of life" where I did not write columns for some time - most recently from January until August of this year. While I may be upset that my life's library has a few "missing books" or "empty shelves" - I take solace in the fact that although I may have gone some time without writing - I always picked up again - and the column, and library of my life - has always continued.

I may not know what lies ahead for me as I travel down my road of life, but I do know that no matter what happens in my life - it will always be worth writing about.