I have just spent the past 20 minutes or so, looking out my office window. My window is directly above the entrance to this professional building. There are several medical and financial practices here ranging from plastic surgeons to accounting firms. I have seen parents with small children, patients with injuries, pharmaceutical sales reps, who appear to have been hired strictly for their looks, business men and women on their lunch breaks, etc...

What hit me as I stared at these people going in and out of this building, is that they all have their own stories to tell. Everyone has a story. I don't know if these people are the victims of abuse, if they are happy, single, divorced, or whatever. I just know they have a story to tell.

Sometimes it helps me to get outside of myself and experience the world around me. This process I have been through with my wife has taken a toll on me. It has caused isolation, sadness, anger, fear and just about every emotion I can imagine. But I'm not alone. Everyone has a story. I have a pee-pee...