Last night I attended the 35 year high school reunion for Payson High School. As always, I had a delightful evening reminissing with old friends and having them share with me events of their present life. I was saddened by the mention of dear friends who have passed away, and another friend who has terminal cancer. Life is fragile. All the more reason to cherish every minute of it and count your blessings--which I did last night as I drove home from southern Utah county back to Kaysville. Amid intonations of loss of health, loss of spouse, and loss of jobs, my appreciation for my own life intensified. But what also intensified was my love and concern for this group of people who have always held a special place in my heart. I loved my years at Payson High, the warmth and welcome I felt there and the myriad of friends I made. What makes those experiences even more dear is the welcome that I still feel 35 years later. Everyone there seemed genuinely glad to see me, giving me hugs and sincere smiles. As we were encouraged to sit down to eat, I glanced around at the various tables filling fast with people, I realized that I wanted to sit at every table. There was not a table there that I would not have delighted with its company and felt at ease and welcomed. It was hard to choose, so I sat at the one closest to me at the moment. Thank you, Karen, Kari, Rod and Gary for letting me sit with you. And thank you, Payson High School class of 1975 for being another bright spot in my life. Give yourself a hug for me. Life is good!