The Road Not Taken

Julia, Richard, Jennifer and Sam on Kennesaw Mt.

Jennifer Miller, the biggest-hearted person in the world (along with Louise Mell, Richelle McPherson and a host of others in the broker group at Experian), wrote a beautiful letter, saying my journey sounds like the poem by Robert Frost. I couldn't make this journey without the love and support of family and friends like Jennifer. We hiked Kennesaw Mountain one crisp, fall morning and the imagery of the poem reminds me of that climb. Jennifer is right about the poem, it sings to me:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I-- I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.