When my factory shut down I went to school. Had no idea what to take so I got into Criminal Justice and Government/Politics. I chose that major because, after watching endless Law and Order reruns, it seemed feasible..fruit of the poisonous tree and whatnot.

Along the way I met many people. I volunteered for many political campaigned and interned for many elected officials. Did I make a difference on policy issues? Maybe. Was I personally fulfilled? Sure. But where did it really get me.

Fast forward to today. My grandmother, who helped raise me during my parents' divorce, has terminal cancer. Two months to live is the prognosis. This is a saint of a woman. One of her last wishes: to have just a moment with my cousin, the youngest grandson, who is currently in prison.

Because of the people I met during my education, it took three emails and two phone calls to make a one hour visit happen week after next.

My point is, sometimes things do happen for a reason. Maybe it's god, maybe it's karma, or maybe it's just dumb luck. But I'm feeling really good about the circle of life right about now.