The last time I visited here was a year after I was diagnosed & despite being in treatments for a year & eating & drinking things that would make a goat toss-up. I was far worse than when I had started. It was like having food poisoning every day. I was beginning to lose hope & the truth is ending it all was slowly making it's way to the table. Had it not been for my daughter Sierra I would not have hesitated. But I realized that I could not leave her an orphan just yet. I had not done a good job preparing her for a life on her own. Strong as she was, I had failed as a father & could not die with that in my heart. So I shook off the Depression & began to research & experiment with herbs & food to heal me. As it turned out, I was entering the early stages of liver failure. Fortunately for me, I have had a challenging life. A life filled with overcoming obstacles. My saving grace. Goonies never say die!
  I visited Glacier, fully expecting to be the last time I would ever see her again. The person I took with me on the trip once past the point of no return became very unpleasant. I remember being a little bitter towards them, thinking. "you're ruining this for me, I will never see this park again & you are making it utterly miserable." I recalled this as I sat next to the lake with the wind tearing at my jacket. I took a moment to close my eyes & felt the wind & the sun & sent out a prayer of simple gratitude to the Universe.

God is good, I thought, so very good.  
It's never too late as long as we have breath.