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Deciding I didn't want to follow my parents to Italy in '79 Deciding to Enlist in the USAF with a six year enlistment that had a guaranteed retraining option Volunteering for Airborne Maintenance during retraining A fight that almost ended my USAF career; it ended up changing the direction of my life in a positive manner Pursuing a position at Det2 while in the USAF Upon retiring from the USAF, going against the grain and working for a Data Storage Manufacturer

I don't consider myself a lucky person.  I've thought about this subject many a time.  Most of the turns/twists in my life were thought out decisions.  However..... Three luckiest moments in my life were : - Working my part time job on the first day of May in1986. The love of my life walked in that night - Deciding to have our child when we did; Jessica is the result of that decision - My boss walking into my office in 1997 with two magazines in his hand. He put them in front of me and said "we need to look at these SAN and NAS technologies" I think what many of us perceive as luck or destiny , is actually the result of decisions we made that day or well before, that led to 'lucky moment'.  However, the three I mention above.... were pure luck for various reasons..

“Jeannie ... We had a great life!” When mom passed away, that’s the first thing I remember Dad saying to her. I was going to talk about that. How she lived their dream… her dream. How she and Dad met in California and within a few years, began to travel around the world. How she got to live in the tropics, and then in one of our most Northern states.  How she traveled to Asia and Europe and even lived in Italy. But what I believe mattered too her most was realizing her dream of moving back down South, being closer to her roots. She didn’t make it all the way back to her old stomping grounds, but close enough to visit whenever she chose. She was living her dream. She may have traveled the world but her home was down South. When Mom talked about Cousins and Aunts and Uncles she grew up with and still kept in contact with, she always had that soft sweet look in her eyes. She’d lost her dad when she was so young. Her mom when she was just starting HS. You would think that would...