A Thousand Miles in My Shoes

I've been told that to understand someone, I should take a walk in his shoes. But I don't even understand myself and I've been walking in my shoes for 18 years.

What is my purpose here?

What is my purpose for leaving?

Did I do what I was supposed to do in high school?

If I had just been there for them, would I have less friends who's lives are spinning out of control?

What would Lone Peak be without me?

What would I be without Lone Peak?

Will the only marks I leave be the scuffs and footprints my shoes left in the hallways?

A thousand kind hearted people have put in a thousand thoughtful miles in my tired old shoes.

And that's the mark Lone Peak left on me.