Ah yes. Battles were fought. Blood was shed. Friends made, enemies made.
As the smoke clears, what is left?
We have grown sure, and we also carry scars, but scars that we can one day show to our children, and our childrens children, and say "yes! I was there", during the big struggle. And I came through the other side.
Today we may part, but remember this and hold the thought dear to your heart.
Kick it maestro!!!
A one, a two, a one, two, three, four:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Drw4aZhdT8