Just when I began to wonder if I could go it alone, face my weaknesses and potential failures, my closest confidante enters the arena, not to sit along the sidelines of life anymore. Just when I needed a hand, a fist bump from another warrior, a crusader to cruise into cascading boulders of life with me, he stands up and commits to the cause, capturing the essence of the power of two. Together we vow, together we succeed, practicing self-care, applying the finishing touches of our lives, healing the insides that trigger our past that flail in our midst and affect our present. Addicted to the response of emotions by consumption of crap, we rise, fueling our souls with the necessary recipe for success. Nearly a decade and a half ago we began our lives with promise, hope and love of a tomorrow we envisioned, and a yesterday lay to rest. Yet the tomorrows often consumed our past, extinguishing the potential success of our future. Just when I thought I’d have to go it alone, he joined my crusade, walked into the abyss, and united with me again. A miraculous moment mating with destiny, a pivot or shift of the winds when a clear vision of one’s future has met with the present moment.